Your Love Is My Weapon

Xavier thought that something had been put in the wine she was drinking.

She was just spoiling in the car. Did a glass of water sober her up?

Xavier stroked the hair by her ear, playing with it. His voice was low and soft. "Why didn’t you tell me when you went out at night?"

Arya remained silent.

Xavier knew what she was thinking and sighed slightly, "Which man doesn't have any wildness?" A man would want to do something to his beloved woman.

Although she had drunk a glass of water just now, Arya felt hot and flushed again after hearing that. Arya lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at his face.

Xavier held her in his arms. Her body was very soft, and her skin was smooth. Xavier felt uneasy with her in his arms, "Are you so aggrieved?"

Without waiting for Arya to answer, he said coolly, not knowing whether he was saying it to Arya or to himself, "How should I deal with you?"

"I like to do everything with you."

Xavier held her even tighter. "Arya!"

He touched her back.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door. It was Nanny Joy who came up with the sobering soup. Xavier let go of her and found that Arya was asleep.

Her face was flushed.

Xavier put her on the bed and opened the door. He took the sobering soup from Nanny Joy and said, "You can go to rest.”

Nanny Joy nodded. "Call me if you need anything.”

Xavier answered casually.

After Nanny Joy went down, Xavier closed the door and sat down beside the bed. He patted Arya, "Wake up. Drink it before you sleep.”

Otherwise, she would be uncomfortable tomorrow.

Sobering soup could relieve a hangover, and she wouldn't feel uncomfortable when she woke up. Arya felt that her head was heavy and she didn't want to do anything but sleep.

Xavier's voice was annoying, making her head ache. "I want to sleep.”

"Good girl, drink it first." Xavier coaxed.

Arya turned over, grabbed the quilt, and covered her head, trying to isolate the noise around her. Xavier put down the bowl, lay down, and hugged her from behind.

Just let it go. It looked like she was tired.

Arya always felt that someone was staring at her, like a dream, but also like reality.

She opened her eyes abruptly and found a pair of big round eyes were staring at her.

Arya retreated to see who was that.

"Mommy, are you awake?"

Ryan pouted. He was much stronger and his face became chubby.

Arya sat up with a headache. She pressed her hand against her temples.

Ryan climbed into bed. "Mommy, let me do it."

Arya touched Ryan's hair. The boy really grew up.

His little fingers were strong, and he pressed them and asked Arya, "Mommy, is that be okay?" Arya was surprised. “I didn't even know Ryan can do this.”

Ryan smiled and said proudly, "I learned from grandma when she did it for grandpa.”

Wasn't he clever enough to learn so quickly?

Arya turned over and pinched his little face. "Go back and visit your grandparents more often when you have time. They will miss you very much.”

Bridget was married, and they all moved out. The Old Residence suddenly became quiet. They must not be able to adapt for a while.

"Grandma came early in the morning,” Ryan said

How could Daisy stay at home and wait for them to go back?

She came over on her own because she missed Ramona and Ryan.

Although she didn't come every day, she had to come every other day. Her grandchildren were all here.

Early in the morning?

Arya reached for the phone on the table and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock.

She rubbed her forehead and thought why she slept so soundly.

Besides, Daisy had been here for half a day, and she was still sleeping. She patted Ryan on the head. "You go down first. I'll go down after I change my clothes.”

Ryan climbed out of bed obediently.

Xavier came in just in time when Ryan opened the door.

"Dad." Ryan raised his head.

Xavier answered and walked in, looking at the person on the bed. "Did you wake up?"

Arya glanced at him. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

As she spoke, she lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Not only did she feel a little headache, but her whole body was also sore.

"How did I get back yesterday?" She could only feel the headache and didn't remember anything after she drank.

"Have you forgotten what happened last night?"