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.

"I 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

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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.

He rolled down the window slightly, and the cold wind outside rushed in. Perhaps it was cold, Arya

pressed herself to Xavier's body.

Xavier gathered her clothes and whispered, "You are really a seductress."

So that he had changed so much after meeting her.

His mood changed because of her attitude.

At three o'clock, Arya woke up.

She moved and found her legs and arms numb.

She felt her legs didn't seem to belong to her, so she couldn't control them.

"Numb?"

"Yes."

Xavier asked where she felt numb and rubbed them.

"My calf."

Xavier bent down slightly, touched her calf, and gently rubbed it...

Arya pursed her lips and looked at him.

There were mixed feelings in her heart.

"Can you move now?"

Arya tried to lift her foot. She still felt a little numb, but it was much better.

The temperature varied greatly between the car and outside. Besides, she just got up, so when she

pushed the door open and got off, she could not help shivering when she was blown by the cold wind.

Standing on the side of the road, Arya hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to go up?"

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

can sleep on the sofa."

Xavier glanced at her and said pretentiously, "No."

If Arya lived alone, he might go up and see what her place was like.

But now, he was not interested.

Arya curled her lips. "Fine, I tried. I gotta go."

Xavier nodded.

Arya turned around and left.

Looking at her back, Xavier frowned. He also sat in the car for a few hours, so his legs were numb too.

He had never been so patient with anyone before.

He didn't even change his posture once for fear that she would wake up.

'I must be crazy so that I did such a stupid thing.'

Arya went upstairs, pushed open the door, and saw Sunny standing at the window.

She was surprised. "Why didn't you sleep?"

Sunny slowly turned around. "You are awake too, aren't you?"

Arya closed the door, walked in, and changed the subject. "It's late. Let's go to bed."

But Sunny didn't listen to her. Instead, she said, "You approached him on purpose, right?"

Arya was silent.

Sunny continued to say what she was thinking. "Because he's Harriet's fiancé, and you want to take

revenge on them, so you have an improper relationship with him. Am I right?"

Although it was a coincidence that she met him, she did have considered it.

Even now, she had to admit she was up to something.

Arya smiled. "Think I am bad and base?"

"No, I admire you. If it were me, I wouldn't have done it."

She walked over and hugged Arya. "If I was half as brave as you were, I would have wanted to punish

the person who ruined me, but I would never be you. I might have to be a coward for the rest of my

life."

She said with a self-deprecating smile and tears rolled down her face.

She didn't even dare to think about taking revenge on those dignitaries.

It was too difficult.

If there had been a way out for her, she wouldn't have chosen this path.

Arya thought, although she had given in more than one time, no one let her go. Her child was gone,

and they even tried to kill her.

They pushed her into a corner.

She patted Sunny on the back. "Go to sleep."

The two of them lay on the bed with different thoughts.

The night was dark and windy, and it was not calm.

A few strangers appeared in Arya's community.

They had been wandering around in this area since the daytime, asking about which apartment Arya

lived in.

At the crack of dawn.

The door was knocked on.

Sunny woke up first. She didn't sleep well. When she heard someone knocking on the door, she got up

and opened it.

She asked, "Who is it?"

"Property management company."

"Why are you here so early?"

The person paused before he said, "Your water has leaked down to the apartment below."

At this moment, Sunny had already opened the door and saw three people standing at the door.

She looked confused. "We didn't turn on the tap."

Arya was also woken up and heard someone asking Sunny if she was Arya.

She was suddenly wide awake.

"I am not..."

Arya interrupted her. "Who are you?"

The three men standing at the door looked at each other for a few seconds before they put on an evil

smile.

Arya narrowed her eyes. "You are not from the property management."

She knew the staff there.

The three of them were strangers.

They dropped the act and revealed their ferocious faces. "Which one of you is Arya?"

Arya realized these people were bad guys. She grabbed the bottle and broke it at the table and pointed

at them with the sharp cut. "You'd better leave now, or I'll call the police."

She suppressed her panic.

Her phone was in the bedroom, so it wasn't easy to call the police.

The three men seemed to see through her forced composure and were not afraid of her, but smiled

disdainfully. "You'd better follow us, or you will suffer."

They approached her step by step.

Suddenly, Sunny said, "I'm Arya."

Obviously, these people were coming for Arya.

Sure enough, when the three of them heard Sunny's words, they all looked at her at the same time.

"You are Arya?"

Sunny was scared, but she still looked up and said, "I am."

"Very good." The three of them seemed to have agreed on something at the same time and went

forward to grab her.

"No, no, she's not. I am. I'm the one you want." Arya didn't expect Sunny would do this for her.

These people were obviously coming for her, and they were unkind.

"Which one of you is the real Arya?"

"I am."

"I am."

Arya frowned and looked at Sunny. It was not good for her to get involved. These people were coming

for her, but she didn't have time to persuade Sunny.

One of the three men opened his mouth first. The man was tall and strong and his voice was especially

loud.

"Forget it. Take both of them. Then we can have the money."

The other two thought it made sense, so they nodded.

One man grabbed Sunny to stop her from moving, and the other two came to catch Arya.

Arya found it almost impossible to escape, so she said, "You don't have to use violence. I'll go with

you."