Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 173

Ryan was going with her. "Mommy, I'm with you."

Arya smiled. "Okay."

"Ryan, the sweet and sour ribs are ready. I put too much salt. Try it and tell me if it's too salty."

Nanny Joy did it on purpose. Xavier was eager to see Arya and didn't want Ryan to disturb them. But

Ryan didn't notice that.

Xavier had never come back so early before.

He came back early today just for Arya.

Nanny Joy held Ryan's hand. "Try it and tell me you like it or not."

Xavier had once brought them sweet and sour ribs, and Ryan liked the taste.

Ryan nodded. "Okay."

He then followed Nanny Joy to the kitchen and forgot everything else.

Ryan's greedy look amused Arya. She smiled.

But the smile on her face gradually disappeared at the thought of Daisy's words.

Arya patted her face, trying to make herself look natural.

She pushed open the door but didn't see Xavier. She just heard the sound of water in the bathroom.

Arya somehow relaxed. She walked into the room, sat on the sofa in front of the window, and looked

out.

The window was open, and the curtain swayed in the warm breeze.

She heard the rustling of bamboo leaves from time to time...

She looked outside in a daze and didn't notice that someone was standing behind her.

"What are you thinking?"

Arya turned around and saw that Xavier had already washed up and was standing not far from her with

a towel around his waist.

"No... Nothing." Arya stood up, walked to the cupboard to get him clothes.

Xavier looked at her thoughtfully.

Arya handed the clothes to him. "The dinner is ready. Let's go down for dinner after you get dressed."

Xavier nodded. He directly took the towel off and get dressed in front of Arya.

"Wait."

When Xavier put on his shirt, Arya saw the wound on his back, which was around seven-inch long. It

was no longer bleeding. However, it seemed not to have been cleaned up because it was still red.

Arya reached out and brushed her fingertips across the nearby skin. Her voice was very low, "You're

hurt."

"It's OK."

Arya didn't say anything. Xavier turned around and saw Arya's eyes turn red. He pulled her over and

pinched her nose. "Why? Do you feel sad for me?"

Arya didn't admit that. "Not at all. I just think it's ugly."

Xavier stared at her. "Really?"

"Yes." Arya lowered her eyes and adjusted his clothes. "I'll go get the first aid kit. Why haven't you

treated your wound? What if it gets inflamed?"

Arya avoided Xavier's eyes and went downstairs to get it.

Then she returned upstairs.

She asked Xavier to sit on the sofa and lean sideways so that she could deal with his wound.

Xavier was very obedient. He closed his eyes and enjoyed Arya's service.

Arya put some ointment on the wound and then said, "I want to move out."

Xavier abruptly opened his eyes. "What did you say?"

Arya bit her lip. "We're not married. We shouldn't have lived together. My reputation is indeed bad, but I

don't want it to be worse."

Xavier turned and held her hand. "You don't want to live with me just because we're not married?"

Arya pretended to be calm. "Yes. How will other people think of me? What am I to you? Your mistress?

Lover?"

"I'll marry you."

Xavier interrupted her, holding her face with both hands, and said seriously, "I'll marry you. You're not

my mistress, but my wife."

The cotton swab in her hand fell on the floor. Arya avoided Xavier's eyes in a panic. "You're kidding."

Then she picked up the cotton swab.

"I'm not kidding." Xavier took off the cotton swab and forced her to look at him. "I'm serious."

When Arya thought of Daisy, she couldn't say anything.

They had Ryan, but their identities were very different. Many people and many things stopped them

from being together.

Even though her attitude softened, she could not agree.

Holding back her emotions, she smiled and patted Xavier's hand. "I don't like you. How can I marry

you?"

Xavier's expression changed immediately. But he regained his composure.

"It's OK. As long as I like you."

He tightened his grip on Arya and she struggled. "What are you doing?"

Xavier put her hands above her head, looked into her eyes and asked, "Don't you like me?"

Arya shook her head. "No."

"I heard that the more often we make love, the more likely you're to love me. Even if you don't love me,

I'll make you love me."

Xavier lowered his head. "They say the women who have given birth to a child will have loose skin in

the belly? Why you are different from them?"

Arya tilted her head, tears streaming down her nose and dropped in the white blanket.

When she was pregnant with Ryan, she didn't eat well so her belly was not big at all. She didn't even

have any stretch marks. She was thin, so naturally, she didn't have any extra meat on her bones. Her

figure was not different than before.

Arya pushed him. "Stop it." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Xavier was persistent. "Arya, I want you."

Arya was angry and pushed him hard. "Stop messing around. The dinner is ready. They may come

upstairs in a minute. You may not go too far."

Xavier buried his head into her chest and laughed. "I've always been going too far with you."

Then Xavier raised his head and forced Arya to look at him.

He warned her, "If you have any concerns, just tell me. If you leave me without saying anything, you'll

never see Ryan for the rest of your life. I promise."

Even though Arya pretended to be calm, Xavier still noticed a change in her attitude.

Xavier held her hand and rubbed her palm with his thumb. Arya lowered her eyes and her eyelashes

were moist.

"Xavier."

Arya called him softly.

"Yes." Xavier looked at her.

"I'm from the Harrison Family. I had been in prison and I have a bad reputation..."