Chapter 394 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“Nathan’s father is taller and more handsome than my father, and teacher fairy is more beautiful and gentler than my mother. I really want to change father and mother. I want Nathan’s dad to be my father, and teacher fairy my mother!”

the kids muttered in admiration.

“Look, children, your father and mother are all here. Go on now and meet them,”

Mr. Lucas urged the children. Deacon took Nathan into the Rolls-Royce Phantom luxurious car. Nathan sat in the child safety seat at the back.

“Nathan, how was school today?”

Deacon inquired. There was no response from behind. Deacon raised his head and looked through the rearview mirror with his deep, narrow eyes. He saw Nathan resting on the brightly lit car window, reluctantly looking at the aristocratic kindergarten, as if there was something there that attracted him. Deacon knew his son very well. Nathan was indifferent to the outside world. This was the first time he had been interested in things other than programming. Deacon couldn’t help but look up and gaze in the direction of the noble kindergarten, but there was no one there.

“Nathan, what are you looking at?”

At this moment, Nathan slowly retracted his gaze. He lowered his head and hung the big smiley face that Oriana had given him on his schoolbag. Nathan’s expression was serious and focused. Deacon could see that he liked the smiley face very much. Nathan even caressed it with his little hands many times. Deacon felt that he was being ignored. Nathan completely treated him as if he was invisible.

The duo returned to the Serenity villa without communication. When they got off the car, Deacon walked over, stretched out his big hand and grabbed the smiley face hanging on his schoolbag.

He looked at the smiley face, and knew that it was something very cheap, but for some reason, Nathan treated the smiley face like a jewel.

“Nathan, who gave you this smiley face?”

It was necessary for Deacon to ask. For the past three years, Nathan had been under the protection of the Armstead family, and outsiders could not touch him. After all, there were too many women who thought badly about him. They all wanted to marry into the Armstead family and become Mrs. Armstead. As the young prince of the Armstead family, some women wanted to use Nathan as a mean of getting closer to Deacon. The smiley face looked like it was from a woman. Deacon reached out and grabbed the smiley face. Nathan quickly stretched out his hand to grab it back. Deacon looked down at the little boy beside his legs.

“You can let go. Tell me, who gave you this smiley ww face?”

Nathan pondered for a while, and then he wrote the words,

“Teacher fairy,”

on the paper. Teacher fairy? Deacon slowly narrowed his eyes. Nathan suddenly grabbed his smiley face back and ran straight into the villa. Deacon stood on the lawn, he pressed a button on his phone, and Peterson quickly report from the other end,

“Young Master, I just got the news. Today, Little Master saw Miss Hendrix in the kindergarten.”, What? Deacon’s handsome eyebrows sank, his entire aura was gloomy.

“Young Master, Miss Hendrix has applied for a job as a kindergarten teacher. I think Miss Hendrix is…

deliberately approaching Little Master. It seems that Little Master likes…Miss Hendrix.”

Peterson added. Deacon hung up without uttering a word in response. At this moment, Peterson sent a message to Deacon. Deacon clicked on the message. It was a photo of Oriana and Nathan. In the dazzling golden sunlight, Oriana squatted down and smiled softly at Nathan’s small face.

Nathan looked at Oriana with a little embarrassment and a little fondness. The sun radiated warmth from their bodies. Deacon looked at the mother and son in the photo.

He looked back and forth several times. He knew how much he knew his son, he had never seen Nathan like this. The Nathan he knew was cold and noble, and he refused to be close to others. However, in the photo, Nathan was very soft, just like a regular three-year-old child.

Deacon pursed his thin lips into a cold arc.

He did not expect that Oriana would be so bold and had already met Nathan right under his nose. Did she know that Nathan was her biological son? What was her purpose? Deacon sneered. She was like this again. She wanted to leave and come back at will.

She wanted to break their peaceful life.

Deacon put away his phone and entered the villa. In the villa. Deacon returned to the master’s bedroom and stood in the room with his long legs. He raised his fingers and unbuttoned his white shirt. His thumb and index finger were supported on the black belt around his waist. He was about to pull the belt off and go to the bathroom to take a shower, but at this moment, Aunty Layla’s exclamation sounded,

“Little Master, quickly open the door and let Aunt Layla give you a shower!”

Deacon’s handsome facial features were calm, and a low curse overflowed from his thin lips,

“Little ba stard, causing trouble for me again!”

He was angry. In the past three years, he had been both a father and a mother to Nathan.

Now that Oriana came back, she only gave him a cheap smiley face, and that got him hooked to her. Deacon pulled out his legs and walked out of the room. He came to Nathan’s door.

“Sir, Young Master didn’t let me bathe him and even locked the door,”

Aunty Layla reported anxiously. Deacon put his big palm on the doorknob and tried to open it, but it was locked from inside. With one hand on his hip, he stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips. His deep and majestic voice sounded,

“Nathan, open the door quickly, do you want me to break your door?”

The door wasn’t still opened. Deacon raised his right leg and kicked the door of the room with a bang. The loud sound spread throughout the entire villa, with an incomparably cold anger and a powerful aura that made people’s hearts tremble. Some of the maids in the living room secretly glanced up. The retro-carved railings and the champagne gold crystal chandeliers were all low-key and luxurious.

Deacon stood tall and handsome at the door of the room. His white shirt was pulled from his trousers. He was extraordinarily handsome. For a man his age, the past three years had accumulated all of his sharpness and savagery. His status and wealth had superimposed his indescribable masculine charm. Now Deacon had achieved all that there were for a human to achieve. In the past three years, tons of women had flocked around him. The maids all blushed quietly. With a bang, the door opened immediately Deacon kicked it. He raised legs and walked in. Little Nathan laid on the bed, he covered his body with a blanket, and one could not even see his little head.

“Nathan, your skin is itchy, isn’t it?”

Deacon’s knees were on the side of the bed, and he lifted up the quilt. All his patience had been exhausted. He had been taking care of this son for the past three years.

But the last time he saw Oriana in the Emperor’s Clubhouse, her charming little face was fresher than a rose petal, and she even went out to show off how she looked. In fact, he had thought about her previous sickness. Back then, the old woman was so fierce and violent, but now she seemed to be completely healed. However, in the past three years, she had returned to Visionary, and had met her mother, Joyce Brown. She must have been healed by Joyce. Deacon rudely threw away the blanket, and tapped Nathan’s buttocks. At this moment, the painting in Nathan’s hands fell onto the bed sheet.

Deacon’s narrow and deep eyes fell on the drawing paper for a while.

“What is this?”

he asked. When Nathan returned home, he locked himself in the room so that no one would disturb him. It turned out that he was drawing. Deacon looked at the drawing paper. A slender and pretty woman with long fluffy hair led a little boy for a walk in the sun, which was extremely warm. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the little boy was Nathan himself, and the woman was Nathan’s imaginary mother. But the mother in the drawing was very similar to Oriana! The lady was exactly like Oriana! A frown quickly appeared on Deacon’s face.

“Nathan, what are you drawing?”

he probed unhappily. Nathan quickly raised his big black eyes and looked at his father. He knew that his father did not like any topic about his mother. No matter who mentioned his mother, he knew that his father would lose his temper. Nathan picked up the painting and hid it under the pillow. Deacon’s heart suddenly ached when he saw his son’s careful movements. He still remembered the first time he was furious when his grandmother mentioned Oriana. At that time, Nathan was only a few months old. Afterwards, Nathan was so frightened that he hid in the corner of the room. When Deacon went in search of him, he found Nathan shaking uncontrollably.

In the past two years, Nathan had gotten older. But searching through his memories, Deacon could not remember a time when Nathan asked about his mother. Nathan had never mentioned his mother in front of him. In fact, Nathan really longed for his mother. He needed the company of mother’s love more than ordinary children.

But for the sake of his father, Nathan had always been cautious and careful.

Everyone knew that Nathan’s autism and his inability to speak were directly related to his father, Deacon.

Deacon felt his heart softened. How could he still have the heart to cut off the communication between Nathan and Oriana and drive Oriana out of Imperial? Although, he had originally planned to do so. Deacon sat on the edge of the bed. He stretched out his hand and took out the painting. Then he frowned and asked,

“Nathan, what are you painting? It’s just you and mummy here. What about me?”

Nathan’s originally dull eyes suddenly lit up. He looked at his father in disbelief. He painted his mother. Wasn’t his father angry? Nathan quickly took out his paintbrush and added his father to it. Deacon’s brows furrowed deeper. He looked at himself in the painting. He was left behind. How could this be true? Deacon didn’t want to continue talking with Nathan. He stood up in a bad temper and said,

“Get up, get out of here and take a shower!”

With a grunt, Nathan quickly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.

“Let Aunt Layla help you wash,”

Deacon Instructed. Nathan protested. He was a boy and Aunty Layla was a girl. Boys and girls could not bathe together! Deacon had no choice than to follow him into the bathroom.

“Then I’ll help you wash!”

In the bathroom. Nathan took off his clothes and stood under the shower. Deacon raised his slender fingers and took off his white shirt before walking in. Nathan raised his head and looked at his father. The bright yellow light was plated on Deacon’s handsome face. The outlines of his face seemed to be carved out, They were exquisite and perfect.

Although Nathan wanted his mother in life, he also loved his father very much. Deacon squatted on one knee and smeared the body lotion on Nathan’s little chest. Deacon had already understood his son’s thoughts.

“What do you want to ask? Don’t use a pen and paper. You have a mouth. Open your mouth and tell me,”

Deacon said to him Nathan looked at his father. He had never spoken, nor could he speak. Nathan looked at his handsome face and said solemnly,

“You only have one chance. It’s already been- given to you. If you miss it, there won’t be another chance.”

Deacon had never forced Nathan to speak, because he knew that it was useless. Nathan acted on his own will. But now he knew that Nathan wanted to ask about his mother, and he was forcing him to say it.

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