"Who's there?" With the sound, a light came.
Xavier pulled Arya into his arms and wrapped her in his coat, looking at those who came with cold eyes.
Two uniformed patrol police officers turned off their flashlights and looked at Xavier. One of them said, "It's midnight now. What are you doing here?"
As he said, he looked at Xavier's arms.
Xavier narrowed his eyes and said unfriendly, "What are you looking at?"
One of the patrolmen was unconvinced and was just about to say something rude.
'This man holding a woman in his arms can't do any good things here at midnight.'
The other one had seen Xavier once before and was almost scared to death. Therefore, he interrupted his partner who was about to speak with a cough. He smiled and said, "Sorry to disturb you, sir."
As he spoke, he pulled his partner away, who was still unconvinced. His partner said, superficially upright, "Didn't you see a woman being held in his arms? What if he did something bad? We can't just ignore it. We can't be afraid of him just because he drove a luxury car. Anyway, we are policemen…"
He paused and continued, "You can't be so timid just because you made mistakes and were demoted."
The demoted patrolman glanced at his partner. He snorted, "Don't you just want to see the woman in the man's arms?"
"Who said that? I am afraid that something bad will happen to her. How many women have been hurt by taxi drivers recently? I am trying to prevent it from happening," he insisted.
The demoted patrolman sneered and pointed up with his index finger, "Do you know who that man is? Do you know who his father is? Putting on airs in front of him is like nothing but get yourself killed!"
"Who is he?"
The demoted patrolman gave a smile and said "Jones".
Even if he didn't know Xavier, he absolutely knew the Jones Family.
It was a top family in W City, a symbol of wealth and power.
The other policeman turned pale. He tried to look back but was pulled back. "You want to be recognized and lose your job?"
"No!"
"If you don't want to, just leave."
The two patrolmen disappeared into the night. Xavier opened his arms and looked down at Arya. Her cheeks blushed. He found tears glittering on her eyelashes when he took a closer look. His anger dissipated a little. He said in a lukewarm way, "Feeling wronged?"
'Why should I feel wronged? I try to accept Louis just for Ryan's illness.' Arya thought.
She lowered her head and burst into tears.
Xavier pressed his temple and felt a headache.
In the end, all the anger was drowned in Arya's tears. Xavier zipped up her pants and got her clothes on. "Don't be stubborn in front of me anymore!"
Carrying her into the car, Xavier suppressed his anger. "Damn, sooner or later, I'll be driven mad by you!"
Arya sat restlessly, not knowing what Xavier had done to Louis, but looking at Xavier's tense face, she did not dare to ask.
She was afraid that she would piss him off again.
In fact, she was really scared just now, afraid that Xavier would really have sex with her by the road.
This man was like an angel when he was kind and like a demon when he got angry. He would do anything crazy.
Xavier brought Arya back to his room in the hotel.
After turning on the light, Xavier saw clearly the marks on Arya's face. 'I was really angry to be so…'
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