Your Love Is My Weapon

Arya had never seen anyone so gloomy. Her only thought was to leave quickly.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have a good ending.

She turned around and ran out, holding Ryan in her arms. She didn't even dare to look back. Xavier even didn't realize that the woman had run away.

For a moment, he felt speechless.

In fact, he didn't want to come to a clash with her, but he was provoked by her every time

He always lost control of that woman.

Self-control became a joke for him.

Instead of chasing after her, he turned around and went upstairs.

After bathing and getting dressed, when looking for cigarettes, he found a box of contraceptives from the cabinet at the bedside.

Few people had been to this place, and fewer people could enter the bedroom.

He didn't buy it.

The only explanation was that it was hers.

He would definitely not want such a woman to have his child.

He couldn't accept that an impure woman would give birth to his own child.

But, seeing that she was so unwilling to have their own child, he felt a sense of panic in his heart. Stuffy.

He smoked in frustration, and the rumbling thunder outside was especially deafening in the quiet night.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared. In an instant, the heavy rain roared down, and the dark sky seemed to collapse.

Xavier's face was lit up by lightning and sporadic fireworks, and the shadow flickered.

In such heavy rain, that woman with a child might not even be able to find shelter in this wilderness. He laughed at himself and said to himself, "What is she worth worrying about?"

Halfway down the cigarette he still couldn't overcome his inner struggle and got up to leave the villa.

The rain was so heavy that the wipers kept moving. Xavier himself did not notice that there was a worried look on his face.

Following the road, he looked for her trace.

Arya did not expect that it would rain so heavily all of a sudden with thunder and lightning, so she did not dare to go near the forest.

There was nowhere to hide from the rain. And she was wearing thin clothes and didn't even have a coat.

She could only protect Ryan in her arms and use her body to protect him from the wind and rain. "Miss, I'm so cold.” Ryan was shaking with shock in Arya's arms.

Arya hugged him tighter, trying to give him some warmth.

With heavy rain, she was so thin that she was about to totter in the rain.

She walked slowly with Ryan in her arms.

Xavier soon saw her.

Although it was stormy, her steps did not stop.

Holding Ryan in her arms, she walked forward.

Xavier could not tell what he felt in his heart.

He parked the car on the side of the road, turned on the high lights, got out of the car with a black umbrella, and walked over.

Feeling the light behind her, Arya turned around. She saw Xavier holding an umbrella and coming against the light.

She stopped and Xavier held the umbrella all over her. Soon, Xavier's clothes were all wet.

Arya didn't know what to speak. After standing for a moment, Xavier said coldly, "Are you going to stand like this all the time? What about your child? Don't you worry that he will catch a cold?" Ryan's lips were a little purple. He was so cold that he even gritted his teeth.

"I... It's so cold..." He even couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Arya wasn't in much better shape either.

Looking at Ryan, she lowered her head and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"Get in the car first."

They were drenched. Getting into the car, Xavier turned on the air conditioner. Although it was much warmer, his face didn't look well so quickly.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped at the villa.

Arya was already struggling to hold Ryan. Xavier saw it but didn't help her.

It was not that he didn't like children, but he didn't like others’, let alone hers.

Originally, he was in a bad mood. It was impossible for him to take Ryan in his arms.

Entering the house, it was much warmer.

Arya took off Ryan's wet clothes and wrapped him in the quilt.

"Are you better?" Her tone was filled with worry, she was afraid that he would get sick because of freezing

Ryan curled up in bed and only showed his head. "It's so warm.”

Arya wiped his hair and rubbed her forehead against his. She was relieved that he didn't have a fever. She wiped his face and said, "Wait here. I'll make some ginger soup.”

Ryan nodded obediently.

Arya left the guest room. Having already come downstairs, Xavier had changed out of his wet clothes and was holding a blanket in his hand.

He threw it at Arya randomly. "Take off your wet clothes.”

Arya stood still with the blanket in her arms.

He Xavier sneered. "I have seen all your body. Why are you acting so reserved?"

Arya lowered her head, tears dripping down with the rain. Xavier was right. She had no dignity in front of him

Like a soulless puppet, she took off her wet clothes in front of Xavier.

Her skin was very fair, her body was thin, and the bruises on her abdomen were shocking. Xavier's eyes darkened. He was very angry at that time, but he didn't expect it. It would be hard to get rid of the bruise in less than a month.

Arya was wrapped in a blanket and warmed up a lot. She still didn't look up, like a child who had done something wrong.

"I'll make some ginger soup.”

As she spoke, she walked to the kitchen.

There wouldn't be ginger here before. Since Arya lived here, she had prepared daily necessities. The pot was on fire, and she didn't leave the kitchen either. She just stood by and waited.

After a while, the water boiled. She turned off the fire and poured out the ginger soup.

She poured three bowls and waited for them to cool down. She brought out two bowls, one for Xavier and the other for Ryan in the guest room.

It had been midnight and Ryan was sleepy.

Arya coaxed him. "Ryan, good boy. Drink the ginger soup.”

"I'm sleepy.” Ryan hid under the blanket and didn’t want to come out.

"Ryan, be good. If you catch a cold, what should I tell Caspar? He will definitely scold me."

Ryan had seen Caspar scold before, so he believed her.

Muttering, Arya hugged him. "It's not hot anymore. You can sleep after drinking.”

Ryan opened his mouth reluctantly and frowned. "Why is it like medicine? It tastes so bad.”

After complaining, he still drank the ginger soup obediently.

Arya tucked him in. Soon, he fell asleep. Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, Arya left the room. When she went out, she closed the door gently.

She brought the bowl into the kitchen and drank her bowl of ginger soup. The blood in her body seemed to have warmed up.

Taking a long breath, she thought of Xavier in the living room and her expression became gloomy again.

She didn't want to get along with him, but she couldn't help it.

In the living room, Xavier was smoking and didn't drink ginger soup. Standing opposite him, Arya hesitated and said, "You're also in the rain..."

"Come here." He Xavier reached out to her. His large and delicate palm was tinged with a faint yellow and soft luster, only between his index and middle fingers, there were some thin calluses left by his frequent smoking.

Close enough, she could smell the faint smell of tobacco.

Placing her hand in his palm, Arya walked around the tea table, followed his force, sat on his lap, and leaned into his arms.

She lowered her eyes slightly. No matter whose fault it was just now, she apologized first.

“I'm sorry."

Xavier leaned against her head and rubbed her hair. "What are you sorry for?”

"As a mistress, and you've already paid me a munificent reward, I shouldn't have asked you for more..."

Xavier pressed her lips and didn't want to continue listening. The word "mistress" made him extremely uncomfortable.

He rubbed her hand. This was the first time he had touched her hand like this. The palm had calluses as if she had done a lot of hard work.

In the prison, she had to work every day, so calluses left.

It was always painful to think back.

Realizing that, she wanted to pull it back, but Xavier didn't let it go. Instead, he tightened her grip. "Tell me, how did this happen?"