Filed To Story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Deacon glanced at Clara, then handed her the number tag. “Number 19.”
Number 19!
Indeed, it was number 191
Clara felt like she had fallen from heaven to hell
The personal secretary continued, “Princess Visionary, since you are not number 19, then you have no business here. Please leave now.”
The personal secretary was already guiding her off the stage.
Laughter from the audience grew louder, and even some of the noble ladies pitied her.
Clara trembled with anger, but beneath the watchful eyes of everyone, she had no option but to exit the stage in embarrassment.
The personal secretary chuckled, “I apologize, everyone, for a minor mishap a moment ago. Let’s resume as planned. Could the lady holding the lucky number tag 19 kindly join us on the stage?”
No one responded below. The person who had received the lucky number tag 19 failed to step forward. What’s going on? Whispers began filling the room, “Who got number 197 This is the honor of dancing the first dance with Mr. Armstead. It’s strange that no one is coming forward.”
“Quickly check your number tags again, widen your eyes and look carefully!”
“Mr. Armstead, release number 19, let me take it!”
The entire party hall started to buzz, with everyone searching for the person with number 19 Oriana was still enjoying her dessert when two noble ladies beside her whispered, “I’m not number 19, are you?”
“Neither am I.”
One of the noble ladies nudged Oriana and said, “Where’s your number tag? Hurry up and check if you got number 191 When Oriana entered the hall earlier, she did pick up a number tag, but she didn’t take it out. She assumed that Clara had been chosen this time. Now, with no one stepping forward at the annual party, it appeared that no one had number 19. So where had it gone? Oriana retrieved her number tag, looked down, and froze.
Number 19! She never expected to actually receive the legendary lucky number tag. number 19. What’s going on? The two noble ladies beside her exclaimed when they saw Oriana holding number 19, “Number 191 Number 19 is here!”
“Swish,”
everyone’s gaze gathered, falling on Oriana. Clara had suffered a major embarrassment tonight and was feeling very resentful. She wanted to see who had gotten number 19. Now that the person had emerged, it was… Oriana! Clara’s mouth fell open in disbelief. How was this possible? Oriana?”
Clara’s face turned as pale as paper, and she swayed unsteadily. How was this possible? In recent days, Deacon hadn’t been in contact with Oriana. He had been busy with Clara instead. He probably had forgotten about Oriana. But how could Oriana have coincidentally received number 19 if it wasn’t arranged? “Number 19 is here,”
one of the noble ladies pointed toward the stage where Deacon and his personal secretary were. Oriana herself was shocked as well. She stood in place, motionless.
She hadn’t chosen the number tag herself; a staff member had given it to her. Was this really luck, or was it deliberate?
Deacon stood tall and handsome on the stage. His profound narrow eyes fell on Oriana’s face, then he slowly extended his large hand and lifted his thin lips, “Come,”
Come. Just two simple words, but with an overbearing dominance. Perhaps due to Deacon’s formidable presence, the previously noisy party hall fell silent instantly. Oriana looked at Deacon under the dazzling lights, holding her breath. She didn’t know if it was the attention of the crowd or his intense gaze, but her heartbeat noticeably quickened. Thump, thump, thump. It sounded as if her heart was about to burst from her chest. His exquisite features and contours seemed even more noble and charming under the lights. Oriana might have been mistaken, but she thought she detected a hint of tenderness in his narrow eyes. Oriana took a step, walking up to the stage one step at a time until she stood in front of him. Their eyes met, and Deacon, the gentleman, bowed slightly. “May I have this dance?”
Oriana’s earlobes turned slightly red as she nodded, extending her small hand to him. Deacon took her delicate hand in his large palm, leading her onto the dance floor. Beautiful music filled the hall as Deacon held Oriana’s slender, fragrant shoulders with one hand and intertwined his fingers with her delicate fingertips with the other. The onlookers in the banquet hall were envious as they watched the graceful dance of the pair in the center. Although Oriana’s face wasn’t extraordinarily striking, her figure was graceful and charming, exuding an otherworldly aura like a descending fairy. Deacon stood tall and noble, the most dazzling figure of the night. Dancing with Oriana, their scene was as beautiful as a sand painting. Clara gazed at the dancing couple, her face displaying a mix of dumbfoundedness and disbelief. No, this wasn’t how things were supposed to unfold. Was this a surprise? No, this was a shock! What was happening? Watching Oriana on the dance floor, Clara, whose bloodline was rooted in the noble lineage of the Visionary Ancient Country, could see her confidence and elegance in every move. She danced gracefully and chartningly, perfectly matching Deacon’s every step and rhythm. Clara had practiced dancing hard for today, thinking she could shine and attract everyone’s attention, making Oriana and the other noble ladies envious. But in the end, she had become a laughingstock! Clara felt like she was about to burst with frustration! On the dance floor, Oriana began to feel Clara’s envious and jealous gaze. She raised her clear, cutting gaze and looked at Deacon, “Did you do this on purpose?”
Deacon’s cool gaze met her dark and clear eyes. He pursed his thin lips slightly, forming a mocking curve, “Did I save you? Disappointed, aren’t you?”
the Nine Ling Prince’s Mansion caused a surge of gloomy resentment to fill his broad chest. In her moment of crisis, she thought of another man! “I’ve said it before. I have a bad temper, I’m domineering and lustful. You didn’t think I was bad before. How have I changed now? It seems love really can fade away!”
He was saying something incoherent and nonsensical, causing Oriana to furrow her delicate eyebrows further. At this moment, a dance had ended, and Deacon released her, not saying a word to her. He turned around and left directly. Oriana stood in place, watching his tall and upright figure as confusion deepened within her. What was going on with him? She had many questions she wanted to ask him, but faced with his uncooperative attitude, what options did she have? No, she had to win him over. But how could she win him over? Oriana was a bit perplexed. She quickly took out her phone and sent a Facebook message to North: “North, what should I do when a man is angry?”
Ding 鈥?North’s reply came: “Mr. Armstead is angry? Then try… quarreling at the head of the bed and making up at the end.”
Quarrel at the head of the bed… and make up at the end? Perfect, North was truly knowledgeable! Oriana’s small face turned red. She quickly hid her phone, afraid that someone might see this message. It was too embarrassing. However, dealing with Deacon, that lustful man, this move should be foolproof. He should like it very much. Oriana wrestled with intense inner turmoil. Should she attempt it or not? If she did, embarrassment would ensue, if she didn’t, she might fail to calm him. Well, maybe a drink for courage? Oriana headed to the food area. She liked drinking, but her tolerance wasn’t great. Even a sip of alcohol could make her tipsy. This time, she had two glasses of wine. Tonight, she had to win over Deacon!
In the corridor, Oriana didn’t find Deacon, but she encountered his personal secretary. “Hello, excuse me, where is Mr. Armstead now?”
Upon seeing Oriana, the personal secretary’s attitude became extremely respectful. “President Armstead is in a meeting right now. If you’re looking for him, you can wait in his office for a moment.”
“Alright, thank you.”
Oriana entered the president’s office and started waiting for Deacon. But she waited and waited, yet he still didn’t return. The effects of the two glasses of wine she had earlier started taking hold. Oriana felt her head growing hazy. She was truly drunk now. Then, a series of steady and robust footsteps approached from outside the door. Someone was approaching. Oriana quickly looked up and saw the door of the president’s office pushed open. Deacon’s tall and dignified figure entered her view. He had finally returned. Oriana’s eyes brightened, and she immediately rushed over, extending her delicate arms and throwing herself into the man’s embrace. She tightly wrapped her arms around his strong waist. She buried her reddened face deeply into his chest, nuzzling against him like a little kitten. Her lips were stained with a slightly tipsy murmuring, “Deacon, hug……. hug~”
The high-level executives of the Armstead family near the door instantly froze, their expressions petrified. What… what was happening? Oriana was drunk. What she didn’t know was that Deacon wasn’t alone. Behind him was a group of high- level executives of the Armstead Corporation, all wearing blue badges. The meeting hadn’t even ended yet. She rushed over before everyone had even entered the room, threw herself into Deacon’s arms, and asked to be hugged. Later, when Oriana regained her sobriety, she repeatedly wished she could bury herself in a hole. These high-level executives were all frozen outside the door, their mouths gaping in shock. Who was this woman? She was being too audacious. She dared to be so frivolous with their president. Security, where were the security guards? They should kick this woman out! The manager couldn’t tolerate it any longer. This woman was obviously seeking attention! “Ahem, President, should we continue the meeting?”
However, as soon as the manager’s words fell a cold and displeased gaze landed on his face. He looked up to see Deacon, and the man’s sharp and narrowed eyes fixed him with a faint warning. The implication seemed to be that he could easily kick him out as well! The manager’s scalp tingled, “…”
Why did he suddenly feel like a dog meddling with rat’s business? When Oriana had thrown herself at Deacon, he had quickly reached out with his strong arms and embraced her delicate waist, ensuring she wouldn’t stumble. Now that she was clinging to him, he used his large hands to gently stroke her hair, asking in a low voice, “What’s wrong?”
“My… head is spinning. “
Deacon lifted her up slightly, carrying her in his arms with a few strong strides. He walked to his desk and placed her on it, ensuring her safety. He placed both his large hands on the desk, his tall and dignified figure pressing down, leaning closer to her. He stared at her as she blushed, “Did you drink alcohol?”
He had already smelled the faint scent of alcohol on her. “Yes, I had a little.”
“You shouldn’t drink alcohol. Why did you still drink?”
Sitting on the desk, Oriana swung her slender and fair legs in the air, inadvertently kicking Deacon’s sharply tailored black trousers. She lifted her slightly tipsy gaze to look at him and suddenly felt embarrassed. She pouted her red lips, mustering the courage to speak, “Because… because tonight, I want to do something naughty…”
Deacon had just come down from the meeting, holding a file in one hand and dressed in a manually tailored black suit that exuded an air of cold elitism. However, at this moment, he was firmly www
But they didn’t because Deacon avoided her. What’s going on? Why not give me a kiss? Oriana wrapped her arms around his neck and attempted to kiss him again, but Deacon evaded her
He had always been the one to take the initiative between them. This time, she had taken the unprecedented step of being so forward, yet he had actually avoided her and kept her from getting close.
Oriana felt embarrassed!
She clenched her fist and gave him a hard punch, “Deacon, what are you doing? Why won’t you let me kiss you? I want to kiss you”
Deacon blinked his handsome eyes and used his large hand to gently push her soft waist, trying to maintain some distance. With her clinging so weakly to him, he was exerting his utmost self鈥揷ontrol to restrain his impulses.
Her drunken appearance resembled that of a little cat, adorably cute and a bit willful. He hadn’t let her kiss him, but she had managed to plant a kiss on his face.
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he observed her flushed face. “Oriana, are you trying to get yourself drunk to do something naughty with me?”
Deacon was on the verge of laughter. When they were in the Royal city, she had tried to use aphrodisiacs on him. Now she had gotten herself drunk to offer herself to him. She was continuously coming up with ways to embarrass him.
Oriana was in a daze, “What did you say?”
Little drunkard!
Deacon reached out and lifted her horizontally, carrying her towards the bathroom.
The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Oriana tightly wrap her arms around his neck. “Where are you taking me?
“To take a bath.”
“Ah, a bath?”
Oriana quickly revealed a shy smile. “Deacon, you’re so naughty. You actually want to take a bath with me.”
As she spoke, Oriana smiled foolishly, “Well then, I can help you scrub your back-“
She blinked her long, feathery eyelashes, looking at him with a mischievous expression
Deacon felt like there were hot coals swirling in his throat. He quickly entered the bathroom in the rest area and then extended his hand, tossing her,
With a thud, Oriana was forcefully thrown into the large bathtub, immediately immersed in the cold water.
Ah!
Oriana’s drunkenness diminished instantly. She frantically paddled around in the tub with her hands and feet for a while, and it took her a moment to resurface.
Her damp, jet鈥揵lack hair clung to her face, with water continuously dripping down. Gasping heavily. Oriana raised her head and looked at Deacon with a mixture of shock and anger. “Deacon, have you gone crazy?”
At this moment, Deacon stood tall and upright by the bathtub. The cold water had already wet his trouser legs, but he didn’t mind. He looked down at the nearly furlous Oriana. “Are you sober now?”
What… What?
There were countless ways to sober someone up, why did he choose such a rough method?
“Deacon, you’re really… despicable!”
Oriana clenched her fist and complained.
Deacon gazed at her water鈥搒plattered face without displaying any regret. “I don’t like wasting time on a drunkard. It’s better if you stay sober before speaking or doing anything.”
鈥?..?”
Oriana’s determination for victory tonight had been strong. She even drank to boost her courage to conquer him. But now, she had failed miserably. She had stolen a chicken only to lose the rice.
Oriana’s mood plummeted. She felt very cold, so she pitifully extended her slender arm and looked at him, “I’m so cold, can you carry me out?”
Deacon took a large towel and wrapped her up in it, then lifted her horizontally.
Oriana raised her small hand and touched his handsome face with her delicate fingers, gently caressing it. “Deacon, am I not pretty anymore? Is that why you don’t like me?”
Deacon looked at her. Her face might not be as beautiful as before, but she hadn’t changed much in other aspects. She still attracted him just as much, which was why he had recognized her.
Now she looked at him pitifully, her long, feathery eyelashes still glistening with water droplets, trembling slightly. She was truly charming.
Deacon’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. “Why are you asking this?”
“Isn’t it true? Mr. Armstead used to be so… lustful, but now you’re not! Hmph, Mr. Armstead really likes beautiful women, the more beautiful the better. You’re such a shallow, smelly man!”
Oriana complained.
Deacon slowly curved his thin lips. He admitted to all of this. He liked her beauty and all the alluring. delicate colors about her.
At this moment, Oriana’s clear and bright pupils seemed a bit tipsy. She looked at Deacon with a dreamy gaze. “Mr. Armstead, do you really not want to do something naughty with me? L..”
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