Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 194

Jasper sneered. "Is that what she told you?"

"Isn't it?" Arya was confused.

Jasper held the railing with both hands and looked into the distance. "Tell me, what's the matter with calling me?"

Arya looked at Jasper and hesitated. "You and Bridget might..."

"Who asked you to persuade me?" Jasper interrupted Arya.

Arya pursed her lips and looked at the distance as well. “No, I'm not here to persuade you. I hope you're happy. I hope you meet someone you like..."

Jasper was unable to see clearly his future. His world was not complete without her.

"Do you want me to marry her?" Jasper asked, but did not look at her.

Arya said what she thought honestly. "I hope you can accept her feelings, even if you try... Bridget..." "Stop it. I understand what you mean. As you wish.”

After that, Jasper turned and walked towards the car.

Arya stood still and did not look back.

Jasper didn't look back, either. It was just like their current relationship, getting further and further away.

After meeting Jasper that day, Arya never saw him again.

Time flew by and half a month passed in a blink of an eye.

Edward said that before Ryan had to take good care of his health before the operation. Edward prescribed medicine and said that Ryan had to take the medicine for two months before the operation. Arya spent most of her time taking care of Ryan at home. She didn't go to the company. If Orlando encounters something difficult to handle, he would go to Xavier for help.

She didn't need to care about the work.

On the weekend, Ryan watched the show of the underwater world program and asked Arya to take him to the aquarium.

Arya couldn't help but agree. Thinking that when Madam Swift and her family returned to the Aqua Village, she didn't send them off. So she said to Ryan, "I'll take you to a place where you can see real sea fish, okay?"

Ryan was excited. "Where is it? I'll get there."

Arya touched his head. "You'll know where it is.”

She picked up Ryan and said to Nanny Joy, "We won't be back at noon. Don't prepare our lunch.” Nanny Joy nodded. "Goodbye, Ryan."

Ryan lay on Arya's shoulder and waved to Nanny Joy.

fastened his seat belt, sat in the

about to get off the car, she remembered that she and Xavier were secretly married. It would definitely make people gossip if she brought Ryan

up her phone, and was about to call Xavier

next to her. Arya took a look, recognized that

drove in,

Xavier walked towards her and opened her door. "Why are you here? Why don't you

looked at him. He had been very busy recently. He came

by

Before she could finish her sentence, Xavier bent over and unbuckled

drove in, he saw that she was about to get out of the car but stopped and made a

didn't want to go in because she was worried that they were

"Xavier..."

the car. Arya wanted

"Dad."

down, held Arya's hand, and

"I can

your hand.” She was his woman. “What

about my situation? You said you didn't want me to be in the limelight. What good would it do me if you do it and it

it, she would definitely be

would make Daisy hate

paused and clenched Arya's hand.

by him, and Ryan was holding Xavier's neck. "Dad, mommy said she was going to take me somewhere. Are you going

looked back at Arya.

executives of the company walked towards them and looked

"Mr. Jones."

bowed his head slightly

the boss's son and there was wide speculation about the woman who gave birth

of them thought Ryan's mother was Harriet because Xavier and she had

also a woman who

saw Arya being brought in

understand who Ryan's mother

help but look at Arya more

her because they thought Xavier hadn't introduced her openly to them. After getting into the elevator, Arya glared at Xavier. "I'll come in with you. Let me go. This is the company. There are so many

but instead, he held her waist and made

looked serious. "Just let

was not afraid to make their relationship

“What a ridiculous man!'

the elevator opened. This floor was the office area of the company's top

the tense working atmosphere, and there were people passing by from