Chapter 22

He held Harriet's waist in one hand and Harriet's bag in the other. They looked extremely intimate. Arya was stunned. She didn't expect that Xavier and Harriet loved each other so much.

She looked away. When she turned around, she saw Jacob standing at the door.

There was a mocking look in his eyes, mocking Arya for her over-confidence.

'How could she compare to Harriet?"

"Harriet is the future daughter-in-law of the Jones Family.’

“What is she?"

'She is a disgraceful mistress. To put it mildly, she is only Mr. Jones plaything."

'When Mr. Jones’ feeling of freshness for her is over, she is a nobody.

Arya didn't care about his mocking eyes and said faintly, "He seems to be quite busy. I'll come again another day.”

As she was about to leave, Jacob stopped her, "Mr. Jones is busy today. He has to go back to discuss with his mother about the wedding date with Miss Harrison."

He paused for a moment, "But he hasn't forgotten you."

He put a box of 72-hour emergency contraceptives on the table, "This is what the boss ordered. He hopes you stop thinking about what you shouldn't think. It's not that any woman can give birth to a child for the Jones Family."

Arya looked down at the medicine on the table. Without hesitation, she picked it up and took out one, and put it into her mouth.

She chewed the pill bit by bit, and the bitter taste spread in an instant.

After losing that child, she never thought about bearing any man a child.

It was just that she was too tired to remember it. Otherwise, she wouldn't need Xavier to remind her. She swallowed all the bitterness, then looked up at Jacob, “Is that okay?"

“Didn't they say that the mistresses who don’t want to be legitimate wives are bad mistresses?’ Jacob didn't expect her to follow suit so quickly, and he nodded absent-mindedly.

Arya had no masochistic tendencies and she didn't want to be humiliated here.

passed Jacob

the building, she stood by the side of the road and had

the atmosphere in the

father and younger sister were in the army all year round, and Xavier was busy, so the

that Xavier

Harriet wanted to help in the kitchen, but Daisy pulled her to sit on the sofa in the living

one his son liked. Although her family was not that noble, it

son, "We have to wait for your father to come back. Anyway, marriage is a solemn decision. I'll call your father tonight to see when he'll be back and

spirit

"You

wedding to be grand. Just don't let Harriet down.

head up with one hand and leaned on the sofa. He rubbed his eyebrows and looked very tired. He didn't want to talk

so I'll try my best to arrange the wedding before the New Year." Speaking of Xavier's marriage, she sighed slightly, "People of your age are all married and their children are about to

hear. Daisy had mentioned it to him before,

he had no desire to

he felt that it was time for him to start a family and

These were enough.

food, and Harriet took

she patted Harriet on the back of her hand, "You're really a good

are flattering me." Harriet lowered her head

subject and looked at her son, "You can't be so busy after marriage. I want a grandchild as soon as possible. You are the only son of the

giving birth to Bridget at that time, she had many miscarriages. Her body was hurt and she could not have another child. Otherwise, she would not have had only two

had also been less prosperous than Xavier's

a little anxious. Xavier was drinking soup and almost choked when he heard his mother's

napkin, and casually threw it on the table, "Don't just talk about

handed over a glass of water but

that, he walked out of the dining room without

unhappy and

just said that I wanted a

coax Daisy, "I heard that Xavier has been busy these days, so maybe he's in a bad mood. Please don't bother yourself arguing

must be something wrong with him. Otherwise, he wouldn't lose his temper all of a

critically,

her eyes shyly, "He said after getting married, he wants a few more

with Xavier either, but it didn't matter. She wanted

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