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Mr. Henry was also startled and quickly went to stop Deacon,
“Sir, please put her down, it’s dangerous.
Oriana’s face was already blushing With the entire household watching, she felt as though she should disappear.
Deacon strong arm had held Oriana night. It was really impossible for her to fall. But with the pleas of his grandina coming m, Deacon let go of Oriana.
Oriana staggered for some seconds, and when she had regained composure, she quickly ran away from him.
Deacon knew that he had made her shy, so he followed leer. Oriana still felt dizzy.
Deacon looked at Oriana who was in front of him. She was ignoring him, so he concluded that she was angry.
Deacon raised lus hands and took off his suit and handed it to Mr. Henry.
“Grandma, is dinner ready, I’m famished.”
“Oh. I’ll go bring it now son.” Mrs. Samantha headed to the kitchen.
Deacon stepped forward and walked behind Oriana. As soon as he got closer, he could only snell the sweet fragrance on her body, which was extremely pleasant.
He lowered his eyes and muttered in a low voice,
“Are you angry?”
Deacon reached out and held her shoulders with his hands.
“Who told you that you could hide to startle me? Do not be angry. I apologize to you.”
His gesture made Oriana even more annoyed. She wanted to dodge, but he took his hands away from her shoulder and grabbed her waist. domineeringly.
“Mrs. Armstead, if you’re angry I’ll…
Oriana snorted provocatively,
“I don’t care!”
Deacon instantly carried her up again and headed upstairs with her in his arms.
Old Mrs. Sandwich came out of the kitchen.
“Deacon, Olly, dinner’s ready. Deacon? What the heck are you doing? Put Oriana down quickly.” The old lady was about to chase Deacon, but he had already carried Oriana into the room and closed the door.
In the room.
Oriana didn’t expect him to hug her again. She just wanted to hide and scare him.
“Mr. Armstead, put me down. I have something to tell you.” Oriana muttered quickly.
Deacon’s eyes were filled with a warm and doting smile.
“Mrs. Armstead, I do not want to listen to now, unless you wanna tell me that you missed me.”
“Mr. Armstead, put me down. I bought you a present.” Oriana muttered.
Deacon raised his eyebrows and said with interest,
“Really?”
Oriana jumped out from his arms which had now loosened.
Deacon’s back was leaning against the door. He had just taken off his suit jacket. He was wearing a white shirt and buisness vest. His waist and long legs could be compared to those of international stage models.
Deacon’s gaze followed Oriana’s figure. She was wearing a small white lace dress with flowers.
Deacon rolled his Adam’s apple and pulled the tie around his neck.
When Oriana looked back, she met his gaze. He stared at her from the crown of her hair to the sole of her feet. He licked his lower lips and tuck his left hand into his trouser.
Oriana opened the beautiful box and handed him the belt that she had chosen.
“Hey, Mr. Armstead, this is for you.”
Deacon glanced at it. It was a black leather belt. It was simple yet classy. It was his usual style.
Deacon reached out to pick it up. Oriana wanted to withdraw her hand, but Deacon was faster than her and she fell directly into his embrace.
“Mr. Armstead?” Oriana asked with questioning eyes and swiftly stood up.
Deacon held onto both of her hands and placed then on the belt around his waist.
“Open it. I’ll wear your gift now.”
Deacon really was domineering, he didn’t even show his liking for the gift that she had bought.
Oriana obediently helped him open the belt. His low and magnetic laughter sounded above her head.
“The last time, you couldn’t open this. This time you could, I’m really teaching you things that you didn’t understand.”
Oriana raised her eyes and glared at him,
“Mr. Armstead, you’re lecherous.
Deacon liked it whenever she was upset. Her clear eyes were often bright and extremely vivid.
Oriana didn’t want to continue such conversation with him. She tied the newly bought belt around his waist and nodded in satisfaction.
“It’s so beautiful.”
Deacon looks couldn’t be overemphasized. He looked good on any belt.
“What did you mean by gifting me a belt? Is someone trying to tie me down firmly.”
“Wrong.” Oriana shook her head. She grabbed him by the belt and pulled him over. Then she raised her chin and said,
“I only gave you a belt because I thought that you’ll love it.”
Deacon’s eyes darkened. His big hand pressed her shoulder and pushed her onto the bed.
Oriana collapsed on the soft bed, and her silk dress was scattered in the bed. She raised her body and kissed his handsome cheek softly.
“Mr. Armstead, you’re really good.”
Deacon reached out and took off the mask from her face. He held her face and and kissed her reddish lips.
Oriana knew that he liked her face very much, and he was almost infatuated by it. She turned her head slightly. avoiding his kisses.
Deacon raised his eyelids and asked in a hoarse voice,
“What’s wrong? Didn’t you miss me?”
His voice seemed to have bewitched Oriana. She adjusted backwards.
“Mr. Armstead, you scared me a little.”
Deacon put his two big hands on her side and looked down at the girl in his arms. She was so adorable.
“Close your eyes if you’re afraid.” He muttered.
Oriana quickly shut her eyes. Deacon touched the golden purse which was in her pocket.
Deacon grabbed it and queried,
“What’s this?”
Oriana quickly took out the purse.
“This is what grandma went to the church to pray about. Her prayer list is in here.”
Deacon glanced at the word “Armstead” on the purse.
“Understood?” Oriana questioned and held soothingly to the purse. All she had to do was cherish it, especially since it was a gift.
Oriana made to put the purse away, but she felt Deacon kissing her passionately.
The next morning, Oriana was awaken by the ringtone of her phone. Her hand grabbed her phone which laid on the pillow.
“Hello?” She said into the phone.
A sweet voice sounded at the other end.
“Oriana, it’s me Pamela.”
Oriana’s eyes widened. The dazzling morning light had poured through the layers of the curtains, making the room warm.
The drowsiness in her eyes dissipated in an instant and Oriana slowly muttered,
“Pamela, you’re back!”
Pamela smiled gently.
“Yeah, Oriana, I’m back. It’s been ten years since we last met. It’s really been long.
Oriana pursed her lips, “Pamela, did you know that I’ve been thinking of you every day for the past ten years?”
“Of course I believe it. I also know that you will come back one day Oriana, so I don’t dare to slack off in the past ten years. I will work hard to make myself better.”
As the number one socialite in LA, Pamela was beautiful and had a good voice. Even when she said “I’ll send you to hell” she still had a gentle smile, which made people feel a little creepy.
Oriana looked at the dazzling dawn outside the window and slowly said, “I came from the abyss. I have never been afraid of the abyss. Instead, you have been living in heaven for the past ten years. Bidding you farewell for ten years is already my greatest kindness to you.”
Pamela was silent for a moment, then she hung up..
Oriana put away her phone, then stood up and headed to the shower to bath. She had to admit that although Monica had given birth to a scumbag like Gabriella, Pamela was a rival that should not be underestimated.
The memories of how Pamela was humble ten years ago was still fresh in her mind. At that time, Oriana and North were best of friends. Pamela often secretly stood in the corner and looked at them with admiration. When called over to play with them, Pamela was always nervously pulling on the edge of her clothes, looking shy and timid. Oriana and North would gist and laugh, but Pamela would just hide quitely.
Oriana felt that Pamela’s position as a high ranking individual was really not favorable to her.
North had always disliked Pamela right from their teenage years. She had informed
Oriana that Pamela was the founder of doom, and had adviced her to be careful.
But Oriana did regard Pamela as a good friend and had no doubt whatsoever. Her trust did lead her into an abyss.
Oriana stayed home today. She was with the old lady weeding and watering the garden.
At noon, Oriana opened her social media, Pamela was trending.
Pamela had issued a message to the public concerning the recent events in her family.
“I heard the bad news and hurriedly returned to LA. My mother really was wrong. I’m not asking that she should be forgiven, I’m just pleading that she should be given another chance to live.”
Pamela added a photo along. The photo was of Monica, she was lying on the bed in the intensive care unit. She looked sad and sorrowful.
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