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Oriana’s eyes lash shivered. “Why is he giving me a card?”
“I don’t want it.” She rejected it.
“You can’t afford to support me, but I can support you, my Mrs. Armstead.”
My Mrs. Armstead?
Oriana’s felt her heart skip a beat. She collected the card and quickly opened the passenger’s door and got out of the car with the cake.
Oriana carefully placed the card in her bag which she held. She entered the living room and sighted old Mrs. Samantha watching the TV and greeted her..
“Olly, you’re back. Hope it went well?” Old Mrs Samantha responded with a smile.
“Yes grandma. it went well. Deacon bought a cake on our way back, come let’s eat it together.”
“Oh my. Yes please.” Old Mrs Samantha’s face has lit up, she stood and walked with
Oriana to the dining room.
Deacon walked in. He headed upstairs, but had paused when his eyes fell on Old Mrs
Samantha. “Grandma, remember that your BP is high, just one bite of the cake is enough.”
Old Mrs Samantha paid zero attention to him and shoved the ninth fork into her mouth,
“I know what I have Deacon. The cake really is yummy.”
Oriana was amused by Old Mrs Samantha’s attitude, she chuckled and looked up to
Deacon, “Do you want some?”
“No, thanks. I don’t eat sugary food.”
“Oh.”
“There’s a stain on the corner of your mouth.” Deacon said to Oriana. Oriana stretched out her tongue and licked the milk stain off her lips.
When she raised her eyes to look at him again, he had already proceeded to the study room.
Oriana took a serviette and wiped her lips properly.
The butler led an old man upstairs.
“Grandma, who’s that man?”
“Oh, that’s Mr. Gregory Aiden, he comes here once a month.”
Oriana heart skipped a beat. Mr. Aiden was a world, renowned hypnotist. She studied medicine and was familiar with his name.
Mr. Aiden must be treating Deacon of his insomnia. It seemed that his sleep disorder was more serious than she thought.
Oriana was restless, hence she headed to the study door.
The study was messy, all the documents on the desk fell on the tiles ground, and the clock in Mr. Aiden’s hand was shattered.
Deacon stood in front of the desk with his hands on the table. Hearing the door crack open, Deacon raised his head and Oriana’s narrow, deep eyes met hers.
He looked like a different person entirely.
Although she had just met him the previous night, she could decipher the difference.
The two of them stared at each other. Deacon’s lips arched his lips and said solemnly, “Get out!”
Oriana turned around and left the study. But she stood outside the door.
The butler picked up the broken clock and walked out with Mr. Aiden. As they shut the door behind them.
“Mr. Aiden. how’s he?”
Mr. Aiden shook his head, “At the early stage, I could hypnotize Sir Deacon and he could sleep for a day, but his mental state deteriorated too quickly. Sir Deacon became extremely vigilant, and his defense line became terrifying strong, so it became impossible to hypnotize him.”
Oriana was not surprised. Deacon was a mature, deep and restrained man.
Oriana gently reached for the doorknob, wanting to go in..
“Young mistress, no, it’s very dangerous for you to go in now. Have you forgotten what transpired last night?” Butler Henry dissuaded her.
“The memory is still fresh in my mind sir. But once his sleep disorder develops into a mental illness, he won’t be able to control the gloomy, irritable, pathological creature in his body.” Oriana tutored Henry who stood pale.
Oriana pushed open the door and entered.
In the study, Deacon glanced at Oriana who was returning. He furrowed his brow and yelled,
“Get out, don’t let me say it the third time!”
Oriana stepped forward, her dark eyes overflowing with a bright smile, “Mr Hendrix, what if you say it the third time?”
Deacon felt some heat engulfing him. The veins on his forehead were bulging. His body was losing control. He did not want to hurt her!
Reaching out and clasping Oriana’s arm, he yelled, “Get the fuck out!”
He let go of her. She lost her balance and went crashing on the ground, with her forehead hitting the sharp edge of the table. Oriana groaned in pain and covered the wound with her hands as her blood flowed through her fingers.
Deacon’s pupils shrank. He quietly took out a first aid box which was in a drawer.
He brought out a cotton wool and dipped in the methylated spirit. He used it to cleanse her wound. “See, this is the consequence of telling me to say it the third time.”
Oriana glazed at his cold jaw,” Mr. Armstead’s consequence is domestic abuse?”
Deacon tied the bandage around her arm. In a soothing tone he said, “You knew I’d be violent, but you still dared to come in. Are you that brave?”
“Mr. Armstead, others maybe afraid if you, but I’m not.”
Deacon paused to look at her pitiful little face. “Go out and leave me to myself.”
With that. Deacon helped up her.
Oriana quickly stretched out her arms and directly hugged his muscular waist.
Deacon’s body froze. Oriana’s body was as soft as though she had no bone.
Deacon scented the pleasant fragrance of her body. And his nerves were slowly seduced.
Oriana whispered in huis embrace, “Mr. Armstead, you don’t need to be alone. Let me keep you company.”
Deacon’s sinister veins tardily disappeared. Even the terrifying gloom in his eyes had vanished. He wrapped his hands around her.
He pressed his handsome face into her soft hair. The scent on her body made him feel as though he had just eaten a strawberry jam. She scented a bit like dessert.
Oriana quietly hugged him for a moment, then moved her hands around his waist and caressed his shoulders. “If you still feel uncomfortable, you can go ahead and bite.”
Appropriate emotional release is necessary.
“Bite you? Aren’t you afraid of pain?”
“What I’m saying is…” Oriana stood on her tiptoe and bit deep into his shoulder.
She bit so fast and ruthlessly. It was unpredictable, and blood quickly seeped out from the white shirt on his body.
She had almost ripped off his flesh.
The sudden pain made Deacon’s muscles tense. He hugged tighter to Oriana and took a few steps back. And she fell on the sofa.
“Mrs. Armstead, are you seeking revenge?” Deacon pressed her to the sofa.
“You did hurt me a while ago. Now that I’ve bitten you, we’re even.” She made to stand up, but Deacon pinned her back.
Their current posture was a little ambiguous.
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