Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 14

Harriet's heart beat rapidly as she watched him finish his drink.

Although he admitted her identity, he never touched her.

Nor he mentioned their marriage. So she had to find another way.

She wouldn't be able to feel at ease before she became Mrs. Jones.

This time, she could see that Boss Lee obviously wanted to take the advertising case of the Jones

Group this year.

She wanted to take this opportunity to add some drug to Mr. Jones's wine, then she could have sex

with him, or even got pregnant.

Then entering the Jones Family would be natural.

Moreover, if the matter was revealed, she could totally blame Boss Lee for this. She could say that he

wanted to win the advertising case, so he planned this.

Afraid that the effect would not be enough, Harriet poured another glass for Xavier and another for

herself. "I'll drink this with you."

Harriet took a sip, frowned, and complained, "Eww, it's awful."

Her eyebrows were wrinkled together, looking a little cute.

Xavier reached out and scraped her nose. "You don't have to learn to drink. Who dares order you to

drink since you're with me?"

Harriet leaned into his arms and glanced smugly at Boss Lee, who was sitting on the sofa opposite her.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

It had to be said that Xavier's words made her very proud.

There was an air conditioner in the private room, which made the room cool and refreshing, but Xavier

felt stuffy and hot. He tugged at his collar and Harriet found him uncomfortable. "Shall we leave?"

Harriet continued to move close to him. He pushed Harriet away, "I need to go to the bathroom."

He didn't hate Harriet, but he couldn't raise his interest in her, especially for the sex aspect.

He walked out of the private room, frowning. A thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

He knew himself well. It was obviously abnormal for him to have this kind of feeling.

'Someone dared to drug me!' However, the effect seemed to be very strong.

The heat, like a living evil fire, rushed to his head.

He cursed in a low voice, turned on the tap to flush his face, and tried to extinguish the fire.

"There's something wrong with your drink." Arya stood at the door of the men's bathroom.

Xavier looked up with beads of water hanging from his eyelashes. He even couldn't see the woman in

front of him clearly.

His adam's apple rolled up and down, and he sneered. "How do you know?"

"I saw it with my eyes..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Xavier grabbed her and pressed her against the edge of the sink.

"You did it, right? For the money?" Of course, Arya knew what he meant.

'Money again.'

'In his eyes, I'm just a woman who could sell anything for money?'

"Xavier..."Harriet's voice came.

Arya originally wanted to push him away, but when she heard Harriet's voice, she changed her mind

and hugged Xavier.

She turned around and opened a cubicle. The two of them went in. Arya then closed the door.

Xavier sneered. "So skillful? You have a special taste."

Arya knew what he was mocking. She turned her head away from his disdainful eyes and reached out

to find a pill and handed it to Xavier.

"It'll help." She prepared it in case bad things happened.

Although she was just a waitress, it was inevitable that she would meet difficult guests. If they asked

her to drink, she couldn't refuse.

The foreman was afraid that she would fall into the trick of others and asked her to take it with her to

protect herself.

Of course, she wouldn't know these things because she just came here. They were all taught by the

foreman. The foreman really took good care of her.

Xavier's eyes were a little red. He stared at the medicine in her hand but did not take it.

It was obvious that Xavier didn't trust her.

Of course, Arya could understand his doubts. After all, he was not familiar with her.

She swallowed half of the white pill, indicating that she didn't want to hurt him.

Xavier was stunned. Her action surprised him.

"Look, I'm fine. It's not poison." Arya looked up at the stunned man.

Arya tried to put the medicine to his lips, and Xavier didn't refuse this time.

But his eyes became complicated.

'What kind of woman is she?'