Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 32

Xavier held the phone and did not say a word. On closer inspection, the blue veins bulged on the back

of his hand, which was holding the phone.

'She is really sincere.'

Jacob was caught in a dilemma. He didn't dare to act on his own. He didn't hear Xavier say anything,

so he said again.

"Send her to the villa."

Noticing Xavier's gloomy look, Harriet put down her cards, "What's wrong?"

Xavier stood up, "Enjoy yourself. I've got something to do. I'll ask Jacob to pick you up later."

Then he left.

Harriet wanted to stop him, but he was already far away.

Xavier returned to the villa with anger.

When he returned to the villa, Arya had come to her senses. Her face was pale, and her lips were dry

and cracked.

Jacob told her to lie down, but she refused, "I haven't seen Mr. Jones yet."

Then she was about to walk out the door and ran into Xavier, who had just arrived home.

"What do you want?"

His expression was grim as he approached her step by step.

Arya held the door frame and didn't take a step back.

She looked at him and said, "Please."

Jacob lowered his head and walked out, not daring to make any noise.

Xavier sneered. His gloomy, cold eyes sent a chill down her spine.

Arya questioned in a hoarse voice, "I don't know what I did wrong to offend you, Mr. Jones. Why did

you frame him?"

Xavier sat on the sofa.

He lit a cigarette unhurriedly, "Did I tell you that you must not have an affair with another man while you

are with me?"

After lighting his cigarette, he threw the lighter on the coffee table and raised his eyes.

Arya was stunned and kept thinking about when she had met Jasper.

'Did Xavier catch Jasper sending me that time?'

"We're friends, not the kind of relationship you think we are." Arya tried to explain.

"Oh-" he prolonged the sound. Obviously, he did not believe her, "Does it mean that as long as I don't

catch you having sex, you will tell me you have nothing to do with each other?"

She had a load on her mind and felt helpless. He wouldn't believe her even if she explained, so she

simply didn't explain anymore.

"How can you let him go?"

She asked directly.

"Why should I? Besides, what bargaining chips do you have?"

The light of the crystal chandelier on the roof made his silhouette look unreal and dappled. It was all

like a magnificent and illusory dream.

She had nothing, and even her body belonged to him now.

What bargaining chips could she have?

Slowly, she knelt in front of Xavier, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have disobeyed you. You can punish me

any way you want. Please let Jasper go."

Xavier's face creased in the dappled light.

'This woman actually knelt down for that man.'

'Who would believe that there is no love between them?'

"Do you really want to save him?" Xavier raised her chin and looked at her.

Arya confessed, "Yes."

There was a fire in his eyes as if he could incinerate the woman in front of him.

He tightened his grip, which twisted Arya's face out of shape. She really could not bear the double pain

of her body and heart, so she cried.

After the emotional outburst, all Xavier's anger dissipated in the silent air. Slowly, he let go of his hand.

His features were blurred as he stood against the light, "Beg me, and maybe I'll think about it."

"I beg you." Her voice was trembling.

"Beg me for what?"

Arya sobbed, "I beg you to let Jasper go."

The air around him froze for a moment. Xavier stood up, looked down at the woman kneeling at his

feet, "What are you begging me for?"

He told her three times to beg him, and each time, his emotions were different. His tone was

determined the first time.

He was right. She had no chips. The only thing she had was her body that he was still interested in.

She looked up and tears rolled down her face, "I beg you... to have sex with me, Mr. Jones."

He clenched his teeth and took a deep breath. He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it. The light

flickered, and the gloom between his eyebrows deepened.

Arya could hardly breathe. She lowered her head and she began to take off her clothes with trembling

hands.

"Enough!"

"Do you think I'm gonna have sex with you as soon as you get undressed?" He kicked over the chair

beside him in frustration and tugged at his collar. He was still angry, "Can you remember what I said?"

"Yes, I swear I will never see him again." Arya quickly put on her clothes and raised her hand to swear.

Xavier looked at her quietly for two seconds and suppressed his anger, "If you see him again, don't

blame me for not reminding you."

"I see." She grabbed the hem tightly.

"You are not allowed to appear in front of me like this in the future." Xavier didn't want to look at her,

and he turned to leave.

The door closed with a bang, and all her courage collapsed at the moment the door closed. Arya sank

down on the cold floor.

She did not know how long she had been sitting on the ground. She was in a daze and everything

turned dark before her eyes.

She had stood on her feet for two days and one night, which made her too tired.

She lay on the ground for a long time, and when she woke up, every part of her body was numb and

sore.

She got up to drink water. It took her two large glasses of water to recover some of her strength.

She dragged herself upstairs to take a shower and change her clothes.

She wanted to make herself look better.

Having dressed herself up, she went out to find out if Jasper had been released.

To avoid direct contact with Jasper, she went to Juliet.

Although Juliet hid it well, Arya still found that she had feelings for Jasper and that she regarded him as

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This could be seen in her anxiety about his accident, and in asking for help everywhere.

Arya got out of the taxi. As soon as she stepped into the mall, an old voice sounded behind her.

"Are you Arya?"

Arya stopped and turned around to see two old people in their fifties standing not far from her.

She didn't know them and nodded puzzled, "I am."

"It's because of you that my son was jailed. You are a jinx!" The old lady was more furious, who pointed

at Arya and cursed.

As soon as she said this, Arya knew who they were. She walked to the two old people and bowed to

them, "I'm sorry!"

"What's the use of apologizing? Will an apology get my son released? How could he hook up with

someone like you? Did you seduce him?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Mr. Clinton interrupted his wife.

Looking up and down at Arya, he was much calmer than his wife, "As far as I know, Jasper was framed

because of you."

He stood with his hands behind his back. Arya could tell from his posture that he had been

professionally trained when he was young, and he had the aura of a soldier.

Arya didn't know much about Jasper. She only knew that his father used to be a soldier.

He later retired due to injury.

Facing the questions of the two old people, she was ashamed.

The old lady came forward to grab Arya, accusing her while crying, "You have nothing to say, do you?

Now he's still in the detention house, and if he is imprisoned, I will definitely kill you. He is still so young

and has no wife or children. I wondered why he refused to get a girlfriend. It turns out that you b*tch is

ruining him."

Mr. Clinton pulled the old lady over and scolded, "Can you blame her? It's your son who wants to do

so."

Mr. Clinton had seen Jasper, and Jasper had also told him about what happened to Arya. He could tell

that his son really fell in love with her.

He could not help but sigh slightly.

"If my son is lucky enough to be released, please don't meet him. Can you promise me?"