Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 68

Xavier couldn't stand staying there anymore. He walked out and went to the private room where Arya was.

But Arya was gone.

He frowned tightly as he found that he lost control of himself when he faced Arya.

He tugged at his collar impatiently. Since Jacob could handle everything, it didn’t matter he came out to smoke.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a woman squatting on the side of the road, retching. She looked very uncomfortable.

Xavier lit a cigarette and leaned against the door, quietly watching her squat there in pain.

He suddenly remembered she had slapped him angrily and he touched his cheek.

Even he himself couldn't figure out why he did that. 'Was it because I am still angry, or am I deliberately want to embarrass the woman?’

He walked up to her and looked down at her mockingly, "Are you working as a barmaid? Do you provide any other services, such as sleeping with men?"

Although Arya had a headache, she recognized the voice. She did not look up at him but just remain unmoved. She wanted to vomit and her stomach was churning in pain.

Xavier narrowed his eyes. Arya ignored him, which made anger smolder in his heart. His face became sullener. He bent over and pulled her up. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Arya's face was pink and her eyes were a little distracted. She managed to see the man clearly. "I'm sorry to displease you. I'm leaving now.”

And she was struggling to break free of Xavier's grip.

Xavier's tone became colder, "You remember that."

'Why isn't this woman still alive? Why does she always show up in front of him to provoke him?* "Of course, I dare not disobey you, Mr. Jones.” Arya tried hard to break free of his grip, but she couldn't. She was staggering from struggling.

Arya was a little angry. She looked at Xavier with her blurred eyes and laughed. "Mr. Jones, I know you look down on me. I don't expect you to look up to me. A woman like me is dirty! I don't want to displease you."

Xavier was surprised to hear that. The sorrow in her eyes made him sad.

But he thought she was pretending to be pitiful.

'Who hurt her? Why is she in pain?"

"Mr. Jones, can you let me go?" Arya looked back but didn't find Orlando.

"Who are you going to seduce standing alone by the roadside after getting drunk?" Xavier didn't mean that. Actually, he was worried about leaving her here alone. "You're drunk. I'll send you back." Arya knew who he was. She didn't want to get close to him. His presence always reminded her of how shameless she had been to sleep with him.

It was her dirty past.

"I can go back myself." Arya was still struggling. Being with him would only remind her that she got what she had today by selling her dignity.

Xavier refused to let her go. "Arya, it's you who has provoked me. You must be

though

kidnapping!" Arya kept punching him on the back. Being held upside down, she felt even more uncomfortable

you have

was pulled into the car by Xavier

they arrived. It was Xavier who carried

to cook her soup. Arya didn't want that. "I won't drink it. I'm not drunk. I want to go

smell was full of alcohol and she even

churned and she wanted to throw

her into the bathroom. She vomited wildly, regardless of her fine image. Xavier gritted

Arya fell down to the ground, covered

anger up and still took care of

into the bathroom, stripped her clothes off, and threw her into the warm bathtub. Her stomach stopped churning and soaked

mess, and she forgot who was bathing her. She closed her

Xavier's face was sullen.

had never

she was a

a bathrobe out of the bathroom.

"Bring it

and let Arya lean into

soup to her lips until it was not that hot. "Drink the

"I don't

after drinking it." Xavier didn't

coaxed her. "Be good. I'll

"I hate you..."

to speak but did not open her eyes. She

relief and found a comfortable position to sleep

killed your whole family in my previous life. So now you come

"Sir, you haven't seen

her so carefully and gently because she was important to him. But he

"What do you

directly. "Sir,

took the empty bowl and

fact, he had been controlling himself. When he bathed her, he

her in, he went to the bathroom to take a

more comfortable. When he came out in his bathrobe, he saw that Arya's quilt had

was turned

her position. Her long hair was as black as ink, and her delicate

pink lips were as red

They were tempting.

muttered, "You're trying

covered her