Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 21

She didn't want to move at all, and she felt her whole body ached.

But the doorbell rang again.

She had no choice but to get up to open the door.

Jasper stood at the door with breakfast in his hand. When he saw her, he immediately said, "I'll go to

work later. I bought you breakfast on the way..."

Then after finding what Arya was like now, she frowned

Arya said self-deprecatingly, "Do you want to ask me why am I in such a mess?"

"Arya..."

"Jasper, I don't deserve your love. I'm dirty! You should go."

Jasper's hand trembled, and the breakfast almost dropped.

After saying that, Arya was about to close the door. Jasper blocked the door. He was sad, but he

pretended to be fine. "Have your breakfast first."

Seeing that she was not moving, he walked in and put the food on the table.

Then he went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water and put it in front of the sofa for her to have a

foot soak.

Arya, like a soulless puppet, mechanically walked to the sofa and sat down. She didn't put her feet in it

but just looked at Jasper.

Jasper put her feet in the basin. "Why can't you take care of yourself?"

'How long did she walk that her feet were like that?'

"Why don't you understand?"

"I understand very well what you want..."

"You don't!"

Suddenly, Arya yelled out, "I want money and power even though I have to sell my body. I'm just a dirty

woman. I don't deserve your love!"

Jasper's head was lowered down, making her hard to see his expression. "Come on, put your feet in.

Warm water can relieve fatigue."

The better Jasper treated her, the more painful and ashamed she became.

"If you don't leave, I'll leave..."

"I'll go." Jasper stood up. "I'll go. You can't walk anymore. Calm down. I'll come back later."

Jasper somehow guessed what had happened.

He was also depressed.

He was also angry that he couldn't help her.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have to...

With that thought, his eyes turned red.

The moment the door closed, her tears fell.

She squatted down slowly and buried her head between her legs, sobbing.

No matter how painful she would be, she had to suffer all this.

It was a long time before she calmed down. Instead of eating the food on the table, she went to the

bathroom and washed desperately.

Even though she knew she couldn't be clean again, she still rubbed her skin hard, and her arms and

legs soon were red, and blood was oozing.

She couldn't even feel the pain and just continued like a psycho.

She didn't stop until she was tired.

Wrapped in a towel, she walked out and threw herself into bed, and curled up in the quilt.

Perhaps she had tormented herself too much that she fell asleep soon.

She didn't sleep well and woke up in three hours.

She was still a little tired, but when she thought of Xavier's words, she got up, put on her clothes, went

out, and took a taxi to the Jones Group.

It was her first time here.

The skyscraper standing in the center of the city was majestic.

She stood under the building, feeling herself so tiny. Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

She was like an insignificant grain of sand in the universe.

She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to walk in.

As soon as she entered, the receptionist stopped her and asked if she had an appointment.

"Mr. Jones asked me to come."

The receptionist called to confirm and said to her, "Wait a minute. Jacob will take you up."

Arya nodded and waited in the hall.

However, at this moment, Harriet walked in with a proud look.

Well, a lot of women wanted to marry Xavier and become the rich young madam, but she succeeded.

Besides, Xavier was so handsome.

She was carrying many bags. It seemed that she had just come back from shopping.

Arya quickly turned around and hid behind the marble pillar.

She peeked out her head and saw the receptionist was very respectful to her. It seemed that she often

came here.

Then Harriet took the elevator and went straight upstairs.

Arya leaned against the pillar. She felt cold from the back.

"Why are you here?" Jacob didn't see anyone when he came down, and it took him a long time to see

her hiding here.

"I..."

Before Arya could figure out what to say, Jacob answered the question himself. "I didn't expect you to

be quite clever. You see Miss Harrison coming, so you hid here?"

Arya followed his words and nodded.

Jacob looked proud. "Let's go. I'll take you up."

Arya hesitated. "His fiancée is up there. Is it appropriate for me to go inside?"

"I just bring you up. Who tell you that I'll lead you into the office now?"

Jacob was not a fool. He wouldn't bring his boss's mistress in when his fiancée was there.

However, Jacob sort of admired Arya.

In the past few years, his boss had never had a woman other than Harriet.

But this woman had attracted his boss.

And even though she knew he had a fiancée, she dared to come here.

'Why are women so...'

Even if he looked down on a woman like Arya, he wouldn't be disrespectful to her, because she was his

boss's woman.

Jacob brought Arya into the reception room and asked her to wait inside.

Arya nodded and sat down on the black leather sofa.

In the president's office.

Harriet put the bags on the desk and said with a gentle smile, "I would like to visit your mother. I bought

something, but I don't know if she would like it."

Harriet was dressed beautifully today and she looked very feminine.

Xavier reached out to her and gestured to her to come.

Harriet smiled and placed her hand in his palm. She walked around the desk and sat on his lap.

Her fair arms wrapped around Xavier's neck and she said coquettishly, "Will you go with me?"

Xavier wrapped his arms around her waist. "Not today. I have something to do later."

"I miss her. Your father is in the army all year round, and Bridget is not here. And you are so busy, so I

want to accompany her."

Harriet lay in Xavier's arms, pretending to be a considerate woman.

She really wanted to make a good impression on Xavier. More importantly, she wanted to find out if

Xavier's mother had decided the date of their marriage.

She could also make a push to quicken their marriage.

Xavier could not refuse, nor did he want to refuse her.

He pressed her head into his arms, stroked her face, and forced himself to like and love her.

"It's up to you. I'll go back with you."

"Really?" Harriet looked up in surprise.

Looking at her happy face, Xavier nodded.

Harriet then kissed him.

Xavier didn't push her away this time.

He smoothed her hair. "Let's go. We can have lunch with mom if we get back now."

Harriet was already overjoyed that Xavier didn't push her away.

"Okay, I learned to cook a dish from my mother. I'll make it for you and your mother when we get back."

It had to be said that Harriet was very good at seducing men.

She not only inherited Estella's beauty but also Estella's methods of dealing with men.

In the reception room, Arya had been waiting for a long time, and her legs were numb, so she stood up,

moving her numb legs. She subconsciously walked to the window. The corridor was very quiet, and

occasionally she could hear some footsteps.

And from the window of the reception room, she could see the president's office.

However, the scene of Xavier coming out with Harriet in his arms just caught her sight...