Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 28

When Arya saw that Xavier was there, she was stunned for a few seconds before she came back to

her senses. She quickly lowered her head and handed the jewelry display book to Harriet. "I can fetch

the products you like."

"Bring to me the necklace that I had seen yesterday. I'll try it on." As she spoke, she came closer to

Xavier's arms and squinted at Arya with a provocative smile.

They were both daughters of the Harrison Family. But their fates were completely different. Arya was

doomed to live a miserable life. She was doomed to serve others though she didn't die in prison.

And she would become Mrs. Jones and marry into the most powerful family in W City.

"Okay." Arya glanced at Xavier's face.

He was expressionless as if he didn't know her.

Xavier was surprised at first. But afterward, he showed no emotions on his face.

Arya was not surprised that Xavier was expressionless.

After all, she was not a decent woman, and she should feel ashamed in front of his real girlfriend.

She didn't want to expose their relationship either. She just wanted to get the other half of the shares

when the time came. When she had enough chips in her hands, she would expose the real Harrison

Family to the public.

The only thing she could do now was to endure.

She fetched the necklace and patiently explained the material, workmanship, and appreciation space.

Harriet was too impatient to listen to her that she interrupted her.

"I want to try it on. Help me put it on."

In front of Xavier, although she was not arrogant, she ordered Arya to serve her.

Just as Arya was about to take the necklace, Harriet stopped in time. "Don't touch it in case you stain it.

Can't you wear gloves? Your hands are so ugly."

She applied the scald medicine to her hand. If she wore gloves, the medicine would be rubbed off and

the wound would get more serious.

The scalded skin was already very sensitive. So, it might get infected.

Arya's hand froze in midair. She slowly curled up her fingers and withdrew her hands. Then she went to

get the gloves on the table. Her fingers were about to touch the gloves.

Just then, Xavier threw the lighter on the table. He leaned against the sofa, and the smoke came out of

his thin lips.

He slowly raised his eyes and gazed at the back of Arya's hand for a few seconds. He flicked the ash in

the ashtray to hide his unnatural expression.

Pointing to a necklace on the display sheet, he said, "Bring this over."

"Yes." Arya bowed her head to get the necklace.

She took it back and put it on the table.

"I think this one suits you better." Xavier took out the necklace and put it on Harriet's neck.

Harriet was overjoyed while touching the pigeon egg-sized diamond.

This one was much more expensive than that one.

She showed it to Xavier. "Do I look good?"

Xavier nodded expressionlessly.

Harriet threw herself into Xavier's arms and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I like it very much."

Xavier quietly withdrew and scratched her nose. "Do you like me or the necklace?"

Harriet smiled shyly. "Of course I like you more."

"Do you want me to wrap it up?" Arya wanted them to go as soon as possible and interrupted their

flirtation.

Harriet rolled at Arya secretly. But she couldn't help but be happy.

'Perhaps Xavier loves me but in a different way.'

'Otherwise, how can he be so generous and even helps me put it on?'

She was happy.

Xavier glanced at Arya and handed her a card. "No password."

Arya nodded in response. "Sir, please wait a minute."

She took the card and left. She paid the bill and returned it to Xavier.

Xavier looked at her calm face and felt depressed. He didn't understand why he felt like this.

'Isn't it a good thing that she is obedient?'

'What am I unhappy about?'

When he put the card in his wallet, he threw a hundred dollars cash on the table and sneered. "Good

service. This is your tip."

Harriet chuckled.

Arya stood still.

Xavier curled his lips. "You want more?"

Arya had no choice but to bend down and pick up the cash. In order to hide her grievance, she smiled

and said, "Thank you."

The more she did this, the more unhappy Xavier felt. When he left the store, he looked grim.

After sending them out, Arya returned to the store.

A few colleagues surrounded her. "Hey, was he the big boss of the Jones Group? Was he handsome?"

"Oh, that woman is so lucky..."

"If I could marry such a man, I am willing to die right now."

"I'm not greedy. If I can be rich, I am willing to do anything." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"I'm so envious. So envious."

'Envious?'

Actually, it was normal for them to envy someone whose boyfriend was handsome and rich.

The team leader came when they were having a heated discussion.

"Don't daydream. It's better to work hard and think about how to improve performance and get more

salary. That's more practical."

"Can't we relax occasionally? We were just gossipping."

The team leader shrugged. "I'm not interested in men. I only like money."

That was why she could be a leader. She only thought about how to keep the guests from leaving

empty-handed.

She had the best performance in the store.

Her words were useful and practical. Working hard was for money.

Why else would people work so hard?

Arya smiled faintly and continued to work.

At night, Juliet reminded her to get off work early.

She thanked her and left work early.

In fact, she didn't want to see Jasper. Jasper knew everything about her and cared about her the most.

She also felt most guilty and sorry for him.

Her thoughts drifted along the way.

When she was back at her residence, Jasper was already there.

He cooked a table of dishes himself and waited for her.

Seeing her enter the door, he immediately welcomed her. Looking at her tired face, he asked, "Are you

tired?"

Arya shook her head. This job was not physically tiring. It took a little brain work to make sure that the

guests she served would buy something.

Jasper held her hand and let her sit on the chair. He handed the spoon to her. "You are too thin. I made

you some soup. It's good for your health and stomach."

Arya looked down at the soup in front of her and spooned it into her mouth.

She didn't say anything but felt a little warm.

Jasper kept picking up food for her during dinner.

He didn't eat much because he had been taking care of her.

After dinner, Jasper said to send her off.

She nodded. When the car reached the intersection of the mountain, Arya asked him to stop.

Although both of them knew the reality, Arya still didn't want him to see it.

Jasper got out of the car to see her off. "Be careful."

"OK."

Just as Arya turned around, Jasper stopped her.

"Arya."

His voice was very low. He seemed to try his best to suppress his emotions. "You are always the purest

in my heart."

Arya paused and froze.

Jasper looked at her back affectionately. "You don't have to care about me. Just do whatever you want.

I'll stay where I am and wait for you."

After that, Jasper turned around and got into the car.

Arya's already touching heart was once again captured by Jasper's tolerance.

She turned to catch up with Jasper and hugged him from behind. She could not say anything but

hugged him tightly.

It took her a long time to speak. "Can you not be so nice to me?"

"But I just want to be nice to you. My heart is so small that I can't have too many things in it. I only have

you in my heart."

He also wanted to love her less. But he couldn't control his feelings.

He held Arya's hands around his waist and stood quietly.

In the distance, a car came and stopped. The man in the car looked at the two with a pair of dark and

burning eyes. It was Xavier.

He picked up the phone and made a phone call. His voice was as cold as the winter wind. After saying

something, he hung up the phone, put it on the seat next to him, and lit a cigarette.

And he stared at them in the car...