Your Love Is My Weapon

Xavier couldn't stand staying there anymore. He walked out and went to the private room where Arya was.

But Arya was gone.

He frowned tightly as he found that he lost control of himself when he faced Arya.

He tugged at his collar impatiently. Since Jacob could handle everything, it didn’t matter he came out to smoke.

As soon as he walked out of the door, he saw a woman squatting on the side of the road, retching. She looked very uncomfortable.

Xavier lit a cigarette and leaned against the door, quietly watching her squat there in pain.

He suddenly remembered she had slapped him angrily and he touched his cheek.

Even he himself couldn't figure out why he did that. 'Was it because I am still angry, or am I deliberately want to embarrass the woman?’

He walked up to her and looked down at her mockingly, "Are you working as a barmaid? Do you provide any other services, such as sleeping with men?"

Although Arya had a headache, she recognized the voice. She did not look up at him but just remain unmoved. She wanted to vomit and her stomach was churning in pain.

Xavier narrowed his eyes. Arya ignored him, which made anger smolder in his heart. His face became sullener. He bent over and pulled her up. "Didn't you hear what I said?"

Arya's face was pink and her eyes were a little distracted. She managed to see the man clearly. "I'm sorry to displease you. I'm leaving now.”

And she was struggling to break free of Xavier's grip.

Xavier's tone became colder, "You remember that."

'Why isn't this woman still alive? Why does she always show up in front of him to provoke him?* "Of course, I dare not disobey you, Mr. Jones.” Arya tried hard to break free of his grip, but she couldn't. She was staggering from struggling.

Arya was a little angry. She looked at Xavier with her blurred eyes and laughed. "Mr. Jones, I know you look down on me. I don't expect you to look up to me. A woman like me is dirty! I don't want to displease you."

Xavier was surprised to hear that. The sorrow in her eyes made him sad.

But he thought she was pretending to be pitiful.

'Who hurt her? Why is she in pain?"

"Mr. Jones, can you let me go?" Arya looked back but didn't find Orlando.

"Who are you going to seduce standing alone by the roadside after getting drunk?" Xavier didn't mean that. Actually, he was worried about leaving her here alone. "You're drunk. I'll send you back." Arya knew who he was. She didn't want to get close to him. His presence always reminded her of how shameless she had been to sleep with him.

It was her dirty past.

"I can go back myself." Arya was still struggling. Being with him would only remind her that she got what she had today by selling her dignity.

But Xavier refused to let her go. "Arya, it's you who has provoked me. You must be punished for you slapping me!"

Xavier carried her though she was struggling.

"Let me go... Let me go, I'm going to sue you for kidnapping!" Arya kept punching him on the back. Being held upside down, she felt even more uncomfortable and was about to vomit.

Xavier didn't take her words seriously. "If you have the guts, you can sue me."

Arya was pulled into the car by Xavier and brought back to the villa.

Arya didn't want to get out of the car after they arrived. It was Xavier who carried her towards the villa.

As soon as they entered, he asked Nanny Joy to cook her soup. Arya didn't want that. "I won't drink it. I'm not drunk. I want to go home!"

Her smell was full of alcohol and she even burped.

Her stomach churned and she wanted to throw up.

Xavier quickly carried her into the bathroom. She vomited wildly, regardless of her fine image. Xavier gritted his teeth. "You can't hold the liquor. Why did you drink so much?"

After vomiting, Arya fell down to the ground, covered in filth.

Xavier was furious but bottled his anger up and still took care of her.

He carried her into the bathroom, stripped her clothes off, and threw her into the warm bathtub. Her stomach stopped churning and soaked in hot water, she felt much more comfortable.

Arya's mind was in a mess, and she forgot who was bathing her. She closed her eyes and felt drowsy.

Xavier's face was sullen.

He had never served anyone.

And she was a bad woman.

After washing her, Xavier carried the woman wrapped with a bathrobe out of the bathroom. Nanny Joy had prepared the sobering soup and asked, "Should I feed Arya now?"

Xavier said, "Bring it to me."

Nanny Joy followed Xavier upstairs. Xavier sat down beside the bed and let Arya lean into his arms. He took the sobering decoction and checked the temperature with his lips.

He handed the soup to her lips until it was not that hot. "Drink the soup.”

Arya shook her head with closed eyes. "I don't want to drink it... I want to sleep.”

"You can sleep after drinking it." Xavier didn't notice how gentle and patient he was.

Arya was disobedient and Xavier coaxed her. "Be good. I'll let you sleep after drinking it."

"I hate you..."

Arya struggled to speak but did not open her eyes. She drank the soup with closed eyes.

The soup warmed her body. She breathed a sigh of relief and found a comfortable position to sleep in Xavier's arms.

Xavier was gritting his teeth. "I must have killed your whole family in my previous life. So now you come to torture me."

Nanny Joy smiled. "Sir, you haven't seen your heart clearly.”

He took care of her so carefully and gently because she was important to him. But he didn't notice his true feeling.

Xavier was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Nanny Joy didn't answer directly. "Sir, you will know one day.”

After that, she took the empty bowl and left the room.

Seeing that Arya had fallen asleep, Xavier gently put her on the bed. In fact, he had been controlling himself. When he bathed her, he got wet too, and the fabric stuck to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

After tucking her in, he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Then he felt more comfortable. When he came out in his bathrobe, he saw that Arya's quilt had been kicked off and her long, white legs were exposed in the air.

And he was turned on.

Perhaps because she was feeling unwell after drinking, she kept twisting and changing her position. Her long hair was as black as ink, and her delicate cheeks were flushed.

Her pink lips were as red as petals.

They were tempting.

Xavier's adam's apple rolled up and down and he muttered, "You're trying to seduce me even though you're sleeping.”

Xavier walked over and covered her legs under the quilt.

At this moment, someone was knocking on the door.

Xavier said "Come in," and then Nanny Joy pushed the door open and came in.

When she was cleaning the bathroom, she handed the phone to Xavier. "Someone had called this number but I didn’t answer it."

Xavier glanced at it. It was Arya's phone. He took it. "I see.”

Nanny Joy then left the room.

Xavier checked the missed call. It was from Orlando.

He came back from buying the medicine and couldn't find Arya. He was anxious.

Xavier's face darkened. There were a lot of men around her.

Orlando was afraid that something might happen to Arya, so he called again.

Her phone rang again when Xavier was about to put it down. He answered the call and heard Orlando's anxious voice. "Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my call? Do you know how worried I was? If anything happened to you..."

Orlando wanted to say that if anything happened to her, their project would be over. After all, he didn't have many shares and couldn't convince others in the company.

However, Xavier thought he cared for her because he liked her.

He didn't bother to hear him anymore. He was enraged. He wished he could strangle this woman right away.

So she couldn't make him angry.

Orlando was confused. "Why did she hang up?’

But he was still worried and he sent a text message. "I'm glad to know you're fine. You must be drunk today. Let Sunny get you some honey water.”

Xavier thought Orlando was considerate. Anger was boiling inside him. "Arya, you're amazing. You can hook with up men wherever you go."

Arya felt hot and kicked off the quilt again.

Xavier just wrapped her in a bathrobe. She kept twisting and the bathrobe was already loosened. And she kicked off the quilt, and he could see her naked body.

The quilt only covered her most intimate parts.

Xavier's eyes were bloodshot. He had been controlling himself. But now he felt he could not resist his desire anymore.

He pressed on her, and lifted her leg and entered her.

"No... I don't want it. You're raping me..."

Xavier was stunned. Her words sounded so familiar.