Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 47

Looking at his angry face, Arya was confused.

She didn't know why he was angry.

But she knew that if Xavier was angry, she would suffer.

" have drunk too much. I shouldn't have said that nonsense.”

Xavier leaned back slowly in his chair, took out a cigarette, and held it in his mouth, looking relaxed and ostentatious. "You're right.”

"You sell your body. I give you the money. That's all.”

He raised his lips and said in a sarcastic tone.

No one knew if he was mocking himself or Arya.

Arya clenched her hands, her palms sweating.

Xavier was right.

She sold her body.

But for some reason, she felt aggrieved to hear him say it so suddenly.

Why was she aggrieved?

She chose to do this herself.

She composed herself and when she looked up, her eyes were clear as if she had never been sad. She smiled calmly. "Mr. Jones, why don't you go back home?"

Xavier held her waist and carried her over.

She straddled his laps and they were face to face now.

"I think it's still early. We still have time to do something. What do you think?"

She could smell his breath, fresh and mixed with the smell of tobacco.

She felt very familiar yet strange.

She felt there was a lump in her throat for no reason, and she could not open her mouth.

She was afraid that her voice would betray her current emotions.

She tugged at his clothes, but Xavier grabbed her hand.

His eyes were as deep as a bottomless lake. "Although you took the initiative, you seem not to be into it."

Arya clutched his collar and growled, "What do you want me to do? How can you be satisfied?" Xavier stroked her back and looked out of the window with deep eyes.

He didn't know what exactly he wanted either.

Did he want this woman to stay by his side obediently, or something else...

The night was getting darker, and Arya fell asleep in Xavier's arms.

There were tears on her long eyelashes and her small face was a little red. Maybe because the car was too stuffy.

Xavier didn't do anything to her. He just let her lie in his arms, although the posture was not very beautiful, and people would even misunderstand them when they saw this posture.

the cold wind outside rushed in. Perhaps it was cold, Arya pressed herself to

gathered her clothes and whispered, "You are really

he had changed so much

mood changed because

three o'clock, Arya woke

and found her

belong to her, so she

"Numb?"

"Yes."

she felt numb and rubbed

"My calf."

touched her calf, and gently

lips

mixed feelings in

"Can you move now?"

foot. She still felt a little numb, but it was much

she pushed the door open and got off, she could not help shivering when

road, Arya hesitated for a moment. "Do

Xavier could answer, she added, "My place is a little small, just one room. If you don't mind, you can sleep on the

her and said pretentiously,

Arya lived alone, he might go up

he

"Fine, I tried.

Xavier nodded.

around

her back, Xavier frowned. He also sat in the car for a few hours, so his legs

never been so patient with

even change his posture once for fear that she would wake

so that I did such a stupid

upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw

was surprised. "Why

around. "You are

walked in, and changed the subject. "It's late. Let's go

listen to her. Instead, she

Arya was silent.

to say what she was thinking. "Because he's Harriet's fiancé, and you want to take revenge on them, so you have

was a coincidence that she met him, she did have

to admit she was up

I

I admire you. If it were me, I wouldn't have

Arya. "If I was half as brave as you were, I would have wanted to punish the person who ruined me, but I would

self-deprecating smile and tears rolled

dare to think

It was too difficult.

had been a way out for her, she wouldn't have chosen this

although she had given in more than one time, no one let her go. Her child was gone, and they even tried to kill

pushed her into

on the back. "Go to

lay on the

windy, and

appeared in Arya's

since the daytime,

crack

door was knocked

sleep well. When she heard someone knocking on the

asked, "Who