Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 26

The back of Arya's hand immediately turned red and blistered in the seriously burned area.

Harriet asked hypocritically, "Are you okay?"

"Do you think she is okay?"

The team leader couldn't bear to see this. At this moment, Daisy came over from another counter.

"What's going on?"

She heard the sound of a broken coffee cup.

"I didn't hold the coffee. It burned her hand."

Harriet's domineering manner disappeared and she became obedient in an instant.

Daisy looked at Arya. "She didn't do it on purpose. Since you're hurt, go to the hospital to have a

check."

"Thank you, I'm okay. I'll just wash my hand with cold water." She replied neither servile nor haughty,

and then looked at the team leader, "Please help me to serve this guest."

The team leader nodded in agreement and urged, "Go ahead."

Arya rushed to the bathroom sink. The cold water washed over, relieving the burning pain slightly.

Turning off the tap, she heard the people in the store talking about Harriet.

"Oh, I really envy that woman. She will marry into the Jones Family, and her future mother-in-law is so

good to her and brought her to buy jewelry."

"We don't have that luck. I wondered what good thing that woman did in her previous life so that she

could be the lucky dog in this life."

"A beautiful empty shell!" It was the team leader. She was there and saw clearly when Harriet had

deliberately made things difficult for Arya just now.

A saleswoman didn't understand why the team leader said that, so she asked, "Why did you say that? Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

What happened?"

"She's not kind and doesn't look like an easygoing person. She is good at pretending to be innocent.

Okay, that's enough. Stop gossiping and stop dreaming. Do your job. Money is a priority!"

Soon, those saleswomen, who were discussing, dismissed. Arya didn't have many expressions on her

face.

She just didn't expect that lady to be Xavier's mother.

As Arya returned to the store, the team leader asked her to buy some medicine to apply. Her injuries

looked serious. It would be bad if she got infected.

She went out to buy medicine after hearing the leader's words. She didn't want to leave scars on her

hands. After all, she was a jewelry seller. If her hands were too ugly, it would affect her career.

Except for Harriet's event, Arya had a peaceful day and had not met any difficult guests.

There were more guests at night, which made her forget about the unhappiness during daytime and

what Xavier had told her to go back at nine o'clock.

When she got off work, she found it was almost 12 o'clock and she took a taxi straight to the villa.

Her heart thumped and her hands trembled when she opened the door. When the door opened, she

saw the man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

After all, she couldn't avoid it.

She had no choice but to walk in.

Xavier just sat there, not even questioning her.

The quieter he was, the more flustered Arya became.

"I forgot. I promise that I will come back before 9 next time."

He Xavier tugged at his collar and went upstairs.

Arya still didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief. She didn't know what to do, standing there.

Seeing that Arya didn't follow, Xavier turned to look at her. "What are you doing there? Are you going to

stand there all night?"

Arya hurriedly followed him. Xavier took off his shirt and went into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of

water started.

Arya covered her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. Just as she thought she had escaped from the

punishment, Xavier's voice came through the bathroom door.

"Come in."

She knew what it meant, but could she refuse?

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her body could not help but tremble.

She moved over slowly. As soon as her hand touched the handle, the bathroom door opened from

inside. A pair of strong hands held her wrist and pulled her in.

She was pressed against the door, and Xavier kissed her on the lips. "Can you take what I said

seriously?"

"Yes..."

"If you forget once, I will punish you in this way. Is it fair?"

Perhaps the mist in the bathroom was so thick that it covered her eyes. She pursed her lips, "Yes...

Mmm!"

The water on the tiles reflected his swaying shadow.

After that, Xavier picked a towel, wrapped it around her body, and carried her out.

She was wrapped in the quilt. Her body and hands hurt, but she closed her eyes because she didn't

want to move.

Xavier leaned against the bed and smoked.

The room was so quiet that even the slight sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by a phone ring.

It was Harriet calling.

"Xavier, aren't you coming back tonight?"

Xavier frowned and looked at the time. It was already three o'clock in the morning.

Although he didn't like her calling at this time, he picked it up patiently. "Why aren't you asleep so late?"

"I'm awake and couldn't fall asleep again. You didn't come back yesterday and even today. Are you that

busy?"

Harriet acted coquettishly and questioned him with some grievances.

"Are you still at the old house?" Xavier raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that she would still

be there today.

"Yes, I thought your mother is lonely. I am not busy anyway, so I can be with her. Today, she took me

out to the mall."

Xavier's voice softened. "I'll go back early tomorrow and you'd better sleep now."

"No, I'm not familiar with this house. I can't sleep without you."

"Then you have to get used to it. From now on, you will be Mrs. Jones and you must live in that house

every day."

Harriet giggled when she heard Xavier admit her as Mrs. Jones.

"Satisfied?" Xavier was amused. 'Is that enough?'

"Xavier, I love you. I want to give you a lot of babies." Harriet's shy and happy voice was surprisingly

clear on this quiet night.

Arya turned her face sideways. Even if she didn't want to hear it, she couldn't.

She rolled up and felt cold under the warm blanket.

It turned out that her heart felt cold.

Xavier was silent for a moment and said slowly, "Okay."

Xavier said sweet words to Harriet as if there was nobody around.