Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 34

Sunny could not help but be stunned. She was surprised that she would say this.

Or in other words, it shouldn't be something she should think about at her age.

Although she was no longer a teenager, after all, she was only in her twenties and should be longing

for love.

"Have you never liked anyone? For example, if you haven't seen him for a few days, you will miss him.

Or if you are doing something, you will think of that person inexplicably. Haven't you ever? Not once?"

Sunny didn't believe it. 'We are all human beings. How could she not have a crush on anyone?'

"No." Arya answered affirmatively. Arya was worried that Sunny would continue to keep asking, so she

changed the subject. "You and Mar... how did you know your boyfriend?"

She wanted to say Marshal, but she realized that she had made a mistake, so she changed her words.

Sunny's thoughts drifted. It was as if she had thought of something which happened a long time ago.

The sadness grew. "When I was 17, my parents who worked at the construction site had an accident.

That accident killed more than a dozen workers. The labor contractor couldn't afford to shoulder the

responsibility and ran away secretly. My sister was only ten years old at that time.

Since then, my sister and I stuck together and helped each other in difficulties. I also took the

responsibility of supporting my family and did part-time works to earn a living.

My sister went to college when she was 18, and then she got a chance to study abroad, but we didn't

have money.

For my sister's future, I was introduced to a clubhouse. Of course, I needed a job which could enable

me to earn money quickly... When I met Marshal that day, he paid a lot of money but didn't ask me to

do anything. Instead, he treated me well and accommodated me. I was young and I could not resist his

temptation. I followed him and he liked me too.

I didn't provide any other service so the money wasn't enough to spend. My sister needed money to

live abroad. He gave me all the money and got me a foreman position at the club with the help of his

sister's fiancé.

It wasn't until a year ago that he began to change. There were other women around him, and he hadn't

seen me for a long time.

The last time we met, he came to me for something. "

At this point, Sunny looked at Arya. "He asked me to put the drug into the wine. I still don't know why

he wanted to drug his sister's fiancé."

Not only did Sunny not understand, but Arya also didn't understand.

"Do you know anything about his family?"

Arya pretended to ask casually.

Sunny was alert. "Do you know him? Why do you always ask questions about him?"

Arya pretended not to care and smiled. "I was just asking. It's okay if you don't want to say it."

She really wanted to find out what was going on in the Harrison Family from Sunny. Although she knew

that Harriet had a powerful fiancé, she didn't know some things particular about Richard, Estella, and

Marshal.

"There's nothing I can't say. It's just that you haven't been out of prison for a long time so you don't

understand the situation. The Harrison Family becomes what it is today with the help of the Jones

Family. This is well-known. The Harrison Family still runs a company, and now it's actually run by

Richard. However, I heard that Richard is not in good health, so he might have to give his place to

Marshal.

Their family relationships are very simple. In this generation, the Harrison Family only has a brother

and sister. "

"Just a brother and sister?" Arya asked.

'Of course, they are a family. From the day Estella entered my Family, my mother and I became

redundant, so one died, and the other lingers on in a steadily worsening condition with hatred in her

heart until now.'

Sunny seemed to have thought of something. "Your surname is Harrison and your name is Arya.

What's your relationship with Marshal?"

"It's just a coincidence."

She said calmly.

In the past, the Harrison Family was just a small family, and no one paid special attention to it. She was

imprisoned for four years. Besides, the Harrison Family concealed her existence intentionally. So, no

one knew that she was from the Harrison Family.

Arya stayed at the hospital with Sunny until night.

Sunny said she was fine and asked Arya to go back. And then, Arya went back.

Just as she left the hospital, she received a call from Jacob, asking her to go to the Imperial Hotel.

After hanging up the phone, she went to the hotel.

Xavier was talking business with someone and he was drunk.

Jacob felt speechless as he found that Xavier actually should get drunk.

He was going to send Xavier to the villa.

Then he heard Xavier muttering a name, Arya.

He was very smart. There were only two women around Xavier. He knew one and he was familiar with

her name, Harriet.

The other one was Arya. This was the first time that he had known Arya's name.

The room was filled with the smell of alcohol and smoke. Arya had just come in and couldn't get used

to it. The smell was too pungent.

Xavier lay on the sofa and he lost his formal demeanor. The smell of alcohol was all over his body.

It was obvious that he had drunk a lot.

Arya frowned. "Why don't you persuade him not to drink so much?" ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

"If you're in a bad mood, who can stop you from drinking?" Xavier just wanted to wash his bad thoughts

away with beer and wine.

This was the second time Jacob had seen him get drunk.

The first time was four years ago.

"Back to the villa?" Arya asked.

"Let's go to the hotel. I've already made a reservation. Just help him go there."

Arya nodded and helped Xavier into the room with Jacob. The room was very big. In fact, it didn't look

like a hotel room. It was more like a private apartment. Crystal chandeliers were hung on the high roof,

shining brightly.

It made everything in the room as bright as day.

Pushing open the bedroom door, Arya saw the European-style big bed, the yellow rolled gold-rimmed

bedding, the retro-European furniture. The room was luxurious like a western palace.

Everything here was more luxurious than the villa.

Xavier was put on the bed. He turned over as if he still felt uncomfortable.

Jacob looked at Arya. "Please take care of Mr. Jones. I'll go first. Call me if you need anything."

Arya said yes.

Jacob didn't forget to close the door when he went out.

Arya looked at the man lying on the bed, took a deep breath, and bent over to take off his coat. Xavier

didn't cooperate.

"You'll be very uncomfortable sleeping like this." Arya was extremely helpless.

Xavier buried his face in the quilt and said in a muffled voice, "Do you care if I'm uncomfortable?"

Arya was stunned. 'Isn't this man drunk?'

Before she could figure it out, Xavier grabbed her hand and pulled her hard, making her fall on the soft

bed.

Xavier leaned sideways and pressed his leg against her body to stop her from moving. His thumb

rubbed against her lips.

Arya just lay down, not daring to move.

In fact, he was really drunk. Not long after, he let out an even breathing sound.

Arya tried to call him gently, only to be relieved when she found that he was really asleep. She moved

his leg away and took off his coat.

He was too heavy. Arya couldn't move him, and she was afraid of waking him up. She was worried that

he would feel uncomfortable if she just let him sleep horizontally. Arya wiped his face and hands with

warm water and covered him with the quilt.

Just as she was about to leave, Xavier grabbed her hand.

Xavier didn't let her go.

She could only stay, pulled a chair, and sat by the bed.

She didn't know when she fell asleep.

The morning sun in the eastern sky rose over the clouds. The sun was revealed.

The first beam of light that went through the crack in the room shone in.

Xavier's eyelashes moved, and then he opened his eyes. He didn't wake up totally. He closed his eyes

and opened them again after a while.

Just as he was about to get up, he found himself very uncomfortable and had something on his hand.

He tilted his head and on one side of his bed, he saw the woman who was still asleep and lying on the

bed with her hand holding his.

Her eyelashes were long and dense, like a doll's.

Xavier lay still and looked at her quietly.

Arya didn't sleep well.

She had a nightmare.

In the dream, she saw her child. He had big eyes. He looked at her, smiling.

She was smiling too. Just as she was about to hug him, the child was gone and the nurse's cold words

echoed in her ears.

Your child is dead.

This sentence was like a magic spell, eroding her heart and lungs, making her feel so painful that she

was unable to breathe...