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The message has been sent successfully. But after a while, there was no reply from the other person. She ignored him! Deacon rubbed his ash in the ashtray, got up from his office, and went straight to the living room, but as he passed Lil’ Nathan’s room, he soon heard Oriana’s sweet voice. Deacon turned and walked into Nathan’s room. Now Oriana is bathing Lil’ Nathan, mother and son are very happy. Oriana smiled and said:
“Don’t be shy, Nathan. You are so young, I don’t have any thoughts about you.”
Deacon used his big hand to press the doorknob and gently pushed open the bathroom door, only to see
Lil’ Nauian with a bubble, a face as pink as jade, and blushing as he looked at Oriana. Oriana was helping him foam up, and applying bubbles to his small face.
Lil’ Nathan chuckled, playfully pouring hot water over Oriana’s skirt.
Mother and son were playing very happily. Deacon looked at his son. He could clearly feel that ever since Oriana appeared in his son’s life, his cold son loved to laugh, and his whole body was sunny and lively. Deacon looked at Oriana again. No wonder she didn’t reply to his texts, she was bathing her son, and she didn’t bring her cell phone. She forgot about him.
Now seeing Oriana’s curved eyes towards his son, and her sweet smile, Deacon pursed his thin lips, he suddenly felt he wasn’t as good as a three-year-old. Just now, Nathan wet her dress, especially the wet spot on her chest, Deacon hastily frowned in displeasure. He turned to go outside. At this moment, he met Aunty Layla in the corridor. Aunty Layla said:
“Master.”
Deacon glanced at Aunty Layla and coldly said:
“Let Nathan quickly bathe. After bathing, sleep quickly!”
After saying that, Deacon went into his room. Aunty Layla was stunned, watching her master’s back disappear. Miss. Hendrix was true. Men’s early menopause is unpredictable.
It was so scary. Aunty Layla thought. Forget it, she won’t mind menopause! With Oriana’s care, Lil’ Nathan quickly fell asleep. Oriana returned to her room and took a hot shower, but soon she discovered that she didn’t have her pajamas. She dried the drops of water on her body, then wrapped herself in a large towel to go outside. She stood in front of the dressing table, using a hair dryer to dry her long wet hair. At this moment,
“Ding”, her cell phone rang, and a message arrived. Deacon sent it, with a few simple words, very directly,
“Are you coming or should 17′′ Oriana’s slender eyelashes trembled and she didn’t reply to texts. It was only then that she realized Deacon had sent her a text an hour ago,
“Have you showered yet?”
It was just past seven o’clock, wasn’t he working in the study? Aunty Layla and Nathan were still awake but he sent that message. Oriana used her white teeth to lightly bite her red lips, and at this time, a soft door opened in her ear.
“Clack”, the door to the room opened. Oriana was startled. She turned her head, and quickly saw a tall and handsome figure at the door. Deacon came. Oriana didn’t expect him to come so soon. She was taken aback. At this moment, Deacon with long legs walked over.
He finished taking a bath, too, wearing navy blue silk pajamas, his whole body wafting with the scent of refreshing, wet bathing water.
Deacon stopped in front of her, looking her up and down. She was wrapped in a large towel, revealing a pink swan neck, delicate collarbones, shiny shoulders, long wet hair falling down, and glowing white skin. She’s a charming little temptress who just finished her bath. She was only wrapped in a towel, and Deacon’s sullen and impatient brow softened a little. That seemed to please him.
He took the hair dryer in her hand and threw it on the vanity, then he grabbed her slender arm and pulled her into his lap. Oriana stood unsteadily, directly into his lap. His arm was like a bronze wall, extremely hard. She only felt a lot of pain when she touched it.
“Who told you to bathe Nathan?”
At this moment, above her head came an annoyed voice questioning her. What? Oriana looked up at him with clear eyes. Deacon pursed his thin lips, saying,
“Nathan is a boy, his body is developing. Is it appropriate for you to bathe him?”
H Oriana’s pupils shrank. What was he saying? She said,
“Nathan is still a child…
“He’s a child, so what? Oriana, remember that men and women are not the same. You can’t bathe him in the future! If you like to bathe others, why don’t you bathe me? We’ll bathe together!”
Oriana didn’t understand his pulse at all. She reached out her small hand and pressed it against his strong chest.
“Deacon, let me go first… hmm!”
Deacon bent his head to kiss her. Oriana didn’t have time to prepare, her mind went blank, and she passively kissed him. She had felt his impatience, now he was impatient biting her red lips.
“Deacon…”
Deacon grabbed her slim waist and pushed her back. Oriana felt that she hit the dressing table, and everything on the table rolled onto the carpet. Just as she was about to struggle. Deacon gently lifted her up and carried her directly onto the dressing table, his slender fingers threading through the hair that fell to her cheekbones. He held her beautiful red face. With a sharp look in his eyes, he looked at her fiercely, as if he wanted to sce through her heart. He asked,
“Did Derrick call you?”
He was actually tracking her cell phone!
“Why are you looking at me like that? Afraid I’ll hurt your Derrick?”
Deacon drew a mocking and cruel curve on his thin lips,
“Then you’d better tell him to hide. Run away to survive. If he angers me, I’ll smash him… to ashes.”
Oriana’s heart sank. Deacon like this scared her. His hatred for her and Derrick was ingrained in his bones. Maybe he believed that she and Derrick were actually having an affair. Deacon’s kiss fell on her cheek, then down…. Oriana wanted to move, but the man’s h oar se and menacing warning sounded in her ear,
“If you move again, believe it or not, I’ll tie you up.”
His deep narrow eyes were already covered with blood red, the seeds of hatred buried in his heart, and the burning passion now made him look a little more bloodthirsty. Oriana dared not move, because she didn’t doubt his words. He would really tie her up. Deacon tore the towel off her body, then his thin lips pressed against her snow-wh ite ears, h oa rse ly asking her,
“Aren’t you and Derrick a husband and wife? Have you slept together in the last three years? How did you do that?”
Oriana reached out her small hand and grasped his strong arm. Many mothers after giving birth are not in good health, which will directly affect their married life later. They are very timid and resistant. But Deacon wouldn’t let her go, and soon the pain hit, and Oriana’s fingernails quickly drew some blood on Deacon’s arm. Deacon hastily closed his eyes to hide the red light in his eyes, buried his hot handsome face in her hair, and whispered in satisfaction:
“No wonder… the boss in the Emperor’s Club said you were a virgin. Could it be Derrick…? No.”
Oriana’s beautiful little face turned red and then white. A few men in the Emperor’s Club actually discussed her shamelessly and obscenely! Oriana suffered for a while but still felt the pain. She looked up at him with teary eyes, begging,
“Deacon, it hurts…”
Deacon hugged her soft waist and said cruelly,
“Does it hurt? Dear it.”
Aunty Layla woke up for a drink at night and stopped in front of Oriana’s door as she passed by because she heard a commotion inside.
Oriana’s weak voice carried a broken cry,
“Deacon… Deacon…”
Soon, the man’s h oar se gasp came out:
“It’s a summoning. I was almost summoned by you!”
Aunty Layla was taken aback. As someone who had been there, she had seen the trick between her master and Miss Hendrix, but she hadn’t expected that the two of them would… sleep together so quickly. If the little master knew that his father and his teacher were dating, how would he handle it? It’s getting dark. With his physical strength… he’s so crazy. Anyway, Aunty Layla was a se rvant, unable to participate in the master’s affairs, so she hurriedly returned to her room. In the room, Deacon let go of Oriana…
Deacon rolled over, lazily leaned against the bed’s stiff back, then bent on one knee, took a cigarette from the pack, placed it on his thin lips, and lit it with a lighter. After smoking a cigarette, he frowned, took a deep breath, then raised his head slightly, blowing smoke out of his mouth.
The smoke blurred his handsome face. He was now drenched in sweat, those tiny beads of sweat dripping down his strong muscles, the bangs on his forehead were also wet, covering his red, decadent eyes.
Deacon quietly took a few puffs of his cigarette. When the killing feeling in his bones dissipated, he regained his composure and turned his head to look at the woman beside him. Oriana was lying on her side, with her back to him, and her milky skin was filled with the marks he had left as if denouncing his crimes just now. Deacon’ smoking movement stopped, his eyes slowly looked down, and soon he saw the blood on her thigh.
He hadn’t noticed this before, but now seeing her bruised appearance, he knew he had hurt her. Deacon moved, and his body tilted toward her,
“Why…?”
Before he could ask
“what’s wrong”, Oriana moved a little closer to the bed. She had been sleeping on the edge of the bed just now, and now she almost rolled over. She shrugged, her whole body filled with resistance and distance,
“You.. Isn’t it enough?”
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