Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 69

Arya drank the soup and slept for a while. When being touched by Xavier like this, she became sober

and struggled.

Xavier was like a mountain, and Arya could not push him away at all.

He gently caressed Arya's face. "Say it again."

Arya pursed her lips and did not say a word. She regarded him as a crazy man and turned away.

Xavier's face darkened. "What? Are you disappointed to see me?"

...

Yesterday, he was really tired.

All the feelings that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years were vented on her.

Looking at his face and thinking of his brutish actions yesterday, Arya was going to be mad and she

raised her hand to slap him, but Xavier quickly grabbed her hand.

When she woke up, Xavier felt it.

He opened his eyes slowly and looked at the woman who was sleeping beside him. "This is the third

time you want to hit me."

"You're shameless!"

Arya tried to break free, but Xavier held her so tightly that she couldn't move.

"I am not a good person, and you are not a pure girl. We are similar. Don't disdain me. Don't show an

expression that you have suffered a lot."

Arya was stunned. The sadness that welled up in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

Arya had lost her virginity and she had nothing to care about.

She was not the one he loved.

So she couldn't demand him to be gentle to her.

She was just embarrassing herself.

But she was human and she had feelings and could feel the pain.

She suppressed the bitterness and said calmly, "If Mr. Jones doesn't mind, I would like to accompany

you, and I don't care two Aryas to serve the same man together." Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Xavier's face darkened completely, and his eyes were filled with coldness. After a while, he calmed

down and smiled. "Who do you think you are? How dare you to compare yourself with Harriet?"

"You can humiliate me at your will. There's nothing I couldn't suffer." Arya opened her eyes wide to hold

back her tears.

She was framed by Estella and lost her virginity. She was even sent to prison by her biological father.

She was humiliated by others and even lost the child she cared about the most.

Each of them hurt her greatly.

Thus, his humiliation was nothing for her.

Seeing her expression, Xavier's heart was hit hard and he suddenly felt pain.

So he didn't say that harshly. "Don't pretend to be pitiful."

Arya concealed all her emotions and looked indifferent. She smiled. "Can you let me go, Mr. Jones?"

Xavier still didn't let her go and put her palm on his face. "You should caress it, not beat it.

Understand?"

Arya tried hard to withhold her fingertips, unwilling to touch his face.

'This man is a complete pervert.'

Xavier didn't force her. After all, he went too far yesterday, so he let go of her hand.

Only then did he see the mark on her wrist.

It was still red.

It was especially obvious on her fair and slender wrist.

Xavier wanted to touch it, but Arya quickly dodged.

Xavier's hand froze for a moment. After a while, he withdrew his hand, got up, leaned against the bed,

and got a cigarette.

Arya wrapped herself in a towel and got out of bed. Xavier's voice sounded behind her. "The

agreement wouldn't end at your will. You don't have the right."

Arya paused and did not look back. "What do you want?"

"When I'm not married, you have to wash up and lie there whenever I need you." A white mist came out

of his thin lips.

Every word was as sharp as a knife, piercing deeply into Arya's heart.

She covered her heart as if this was the only way to stop the broken heart from bleeding.

She pressed hard on the wound.

She looked at the window in despair. Through the crack in the curtains, she gazed at the slowly falling

leaves, like a soulless puppet.

Did he regard her as a prostitute?

She sneered.

She stood up, her legs aching and shaking. She walked barefoot to the window, gently opened the

curtain with her fingertips, as well as the window.

"What are you doing?"

Xavier frowned. He didn't know what she wanted to do.

Slowly, Arya turned around and looked at Xavier. "Marry me or let me go. I can't be your sex partner!"

"Marry you?" Xavier said disdainfully as if he was hearing a joke. "I won't agree. What can you do to

me?"

Arya smiled. "I can't do anything to you, but I can control myself. I can jump down from here to get rid

of you completely, or have sex with a lot of men to make you disgust!"

After that, she smiled like an evil.

She never felt that she could not hold on. The hatred in her heart supported her to this day.

But facing Xavier's physical and mental insults, she felt hopeless.

She never felt tired.

But at this moment, she was so tired that she wanted to sleep forever. She didn't want to think about

the hatred of her mother and to avenge her child's death. She wanted to be a selfish person and end

her life.

Xavier's hand trembled involuntarily.

He could not calm down at all. He had never had such a gaffe before. He pointed at Arya and shouted,

"You can't do this?!"

"Why?"She didn't care about her life, and nothing could threaten her.

Xavier gritted his teeth hard. As Arya said, if she didn't care about her life, he have nothing to threaten

her.

She didn't care about her family. Even her own father fainted from anger because of her. What else

would she care?

Arya grabbed the vase next to her and threw it to be broken without hesitation. She held the broken

glass in her hand and pressed it against her face. "Tell me, what do you like? My face? Or my body?"

"Put it down!" He roared angrily like a beast.

He tried to snatch the glass shard from her hand. However, just as he moved, Arya slashed her face

hard and blood oozed out in an instant.

Xavier did not dare to move again. Anger was boiling in his chest, and it would explode the next

second.

Nanny Joy heard the sound of smashing things and came up to ask about the situation worriedly.

She asked tentatively, "Sir, I've already prepared breakfast. Are you two coming down?"

Xavier stared at Arya angrily as if he had not heard the sound outside the door.

The blood on her face dripped down her cheeks and seeped into the white towel, which was especially

eye-catching.

Xavier's eyes were red. 'Why is this woman so bad-tempered?'

If she could be as obedient as Harriet, he would be very good to her.

In fact, he had already not adhered to the principle for her. He didn't care if she was a virgin or not.

Although he felt uncomfortable, he couldn't afford to let her go.

He cared about what had happened to her, but he preferred the inexplicable familiarity when having

sex with her.

Every time he made love with her, he felt he was totally different.

He just wanted to hold her tight and have her into his body.

He couldn't figure out where this feeling came from.

'Is it because she is related to Harriet so she resembled Harriet?'

Otherwise, why would he feel like this for no reason?

Unable to hear the answer, Nanny Joy became even more worried.

"Sir..."

Nanny Joy's voice pulled back Xavier's thoughts. He said lightly.

"Don't pretend to be a chaste woman in front of me. I'm tired of your body."

After that, he calmly turned around and called the doctor.

Hanging up the phone, he opened the door and said to Nanny Joy standing at the door, "Clean up the

room."

Then he went downstairs.

Nanny Joy saw that his face was gloomy, so she only said "yes" and walked into the room.

Seeing Arya's face covered in blood, Nanny Joy was very frightened. "You... Your face? How important

the face is to a girl! How did you get like this..."

Hearing Nanny Joy's words, Xavier stopped walking downstairs. She was really great.

In order to leave him, she could do such a horrible thing to herself.

She was really hardhearted.