Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
“Sorry…”
Oriana wanted to get up, but the water bottle in her hand cracked, and the water in it quickly spilled
It spilled onto the man’s pants and wet them.
Oriana looked up and saw that it was Alex, the subordinate behind Peterson.
Alex wore a cap on his head, a casual black shirt, and black trousers, and sat in the back of the luxury business car, keeping a modest appearance.
Now Oriana was sitting on his strong lap in an ambiguous position.
“Sorry, I’ll take care of them for you when we get out of the car,”
Oriana said and stood up.
But a large hand reached out and pinched her slender waist, and a deep voice said in her ear: “Wipe my pants.”
A few simple words, with common power.
Oriana’s slender eyelashes trembled, and the speculation in her heart was somewhat confirmed.
“Even if I clean them, you won’t be able to wear them anymore. When I get out of the car, I’ll give you a new pair of pants, then you can change.”
“I don’t want new pants. I just want you to clean them, understand?”
Oriana looked down at the water stain on his pants. This water stain was in a sensitive place. He must have done it on purpose.
Oriana took out some tissues and wiped his pants.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Alex’s protruding throat roll up and down twice, then a clear line appeared on his pants.
Oriana’s snow whi te ears quickly turned red. She raised her hand and slapped the tissues over his face.
Alex didn’t dodge either, just smiled and asked: “Why hit me?”
Oriana pursed her red lips, her eyes bright and clear, “I seem to see an old friend.”
“Which old friend?”
“It’s just… an old friend with a lot of money and weapons.”
Alex’s deep, narrow eyes hidden in his cap suddenly narrowed, and there was a cold and evil charm
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from his long, narrow eyebrows, “Do you miss this old friend?”
At this time, Clara came in front and just saw this scene. Oriana was sitting on the lap of one of the subordinates, their posture ambiguous, the air burning hot.
Clara immediately sneered, “Little girl, now that Deacon likes me, don’t you save face and come here to seduce a lowly subordinate?”
Oriana really feels that Clara’s IQ needs to be improved.
But Clara arrived just in time. If she didn’t come, she didn’t know how long this man would bother her.
Oriana hastily straightened up, looked at Clara, and replied, “I do keep an eye on this lowly subordinate. Although his status is a bit low, but
Oriana stepped forward and whispered in Clara’s car. “He’s got capital to be proud of.”
This sentence was so vague and suggestive, Clara immediately lowered her eyes and looked at Alex’s pants
His pants were drenched where his sensitive parts were. Clara watched for a moment, her face flushed red.
“What? Is he more proud than Mr. Armstead?”
Oriana laughed.
Clara’s heart beat wildly. She’d already made love to Deacon, and she felt pretty good
But Deacon really isn’t as good as this subordinate…
God, what was she thinking?
Clara quickly woke up and she discovered that she was being deceived by Oriana.
Clara withdrew her gaze and looked at Oriana, saying, “I didn’t expect you to be pure and lovely but you are that kind of…”
“So what? I didn’t say anything just now. Do you want to vent your unhealthy thoughts on other people?”
“You!”
Clara gasped.
After restraining Clara, Oriana looked at Alex again.
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Alex was looking at her, too. In her clear, mischievous pupils, there was a bit of cruelty as if she wanted to play tricks with him.
There are tens of thousands of girls in this world, but only one in a million has an interesting soul.
She is charming
Oriana smiled and turned away.
Alex watched her beautiful figure go away, his narrow eyes under his cap casually swept over her lovely slender figure, the tip of his tongue licked his thin dry lips. He smirked softly.
Clara watched this scene from beginning to end. She watched Alex’s gaze slide over Oriana’s body. It was a man’s gaze on a woman, which was rather indecent.
Clara enviously clenched her fists.
At this point, Alex got up and went to get the paper.
Clara looked at his tall and straight body. Although he wore a normal black shirt and black trousers, he exuded a high-class aura and an international model’s amusing look.
A man’s temperament is more important than his good looks because temperament is the superposition of power, money, and status.
Alex has a simple face and a modest personality, but Clara somehow feels that he has a powerful aura that is unobtrusive but nowhere to be hidden.
Clara recalled the taboo scene she saw just now, and she was numb..
Clara returned to her seat. Deacon beside her suddenly took her hand and said, “Oriana, let’s get married.”
What?
Clara’s heart ski pped a beat and she looked at Deacon in surprise. She asked, “Married? Tell me… Really?”
Clara never expected that Deacon would propose to her, and she succeeded beyond expectations.
“Yeah, let’s get married. I’ll give you a grand wedding, let you marry me in front of everyone and become Mrs. Armstead.”
Clara was overjoyed, and stunned, stretched out her arms to hug Deacon beside her, then nodded vigorously: “Okay, okay, let’s get married! I’m willing! I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time!”
Oriana from the back frowned slightly as she watched this scene. Deacon will marry Clara at a wedding
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of the century.
Oriana turned her head and looked at Alex who was behind her.
Alex was talking to Peterson with his eyes lowered, and Peterson’s eyebrows and eyes were filled with respect.
Perhaps noticing her gaze, Alex lifted his head, those familiar narrow eyes fixed on her face.
Peterson stepped back, trying to make himself as invisible as possible.
Alex looked at her clear pupils, raising his heroic brows slightly.
Oriana blushed for some reason. She immediately turned her face away and sat up straight.
She discovered that this man’s eyes could discharge electricity!
At this moment, Clara’s voice came from the front again, “Where are we going now?”
Deacon next to her said in his deep voice, “We’re getting married. We must design a wedding dress for you. Now let’s go to Bridal Fantasy.”
Bridal Fantasy?
Hearing these two words, Clara gasped. Bridal Fantasy was the first shop where court nobles could customize wedding dresses. Each wedding dress inside is handcrafted by countless embroiderers. Every girl has a dream, which is to marry her favorite groom in a Bridal Fantasy wedding dress. Clara used to be the most prestigious princess in Greenland so she is very familiar with Bridal Fantasy. On her 18th birthday, she originally wanted to wear a princess dress made by Bridal Fantasy, but Bridal Fantasy plans a limited release worldwide.
Now Deacon will order a wedding dress for her at Bridal Fantasy. Clara pinched herself twice. Turns out this wasn’t a dream!
So great!
At Bride Fantasy.
The stretched Rolls-Royce commercial luxury car slowly parked on the lawn, and the staff in Bridal Fantasy respectfully opened the back door.
Deacon went to Bridal Fantasy’s private booth, and Mr. Gonzalez quickly greeted him. “Mr. Armstead, hello. Who wants to order a wedding dress?”
“It’s me,”