Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 36

He himself didn't understand what he was thinking.

He gently stroked her hair with his hot palm, and he was a little troubled and confused. "Who are you?"

'Is it because I owed her in their previous life that she could easily influence my emotions?'

He knew she was doing this for his shares, but he still couldn't push her away.

Xavier took a long breath and grabbed her hand which was moving on his body. "Don't..."

Arya thought he was still going to end his relationship with her. Her eyes were wide open and there were still some tears in them. Her voice was a little low and a little hoarse. "You really decide to leave me?"

Xavier swallowed and said no.

Arya cried with excitement as if she had been spared from some torture.

"You look so happy. Those shares are that important to you?"

Arya nodded seriously.

She knew that with those shares she was unable to bring them down, but at least she had a bargaining chip.

She was no longer fighting them with her bare hands.

At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Harriet's voice came. "Xavier, are you there? Can I come in?"

Arya was stunned and quickly looked at Xavier.

Xavier did not expect Harriet to come so early.

Before Xavier could speak, Arya let go of Xavier and said in a low voice, "I'll hide in there."

She hid in the bedroom and closed the door.

Before Xavier could make a sound, the door was opened by Harriet. Xavier had lived here for a long time. Harriet had an access card.

She came over without any warning because she wanted to check up on him.

The last time Xavier suddenly left the casino, Harriet felt something was wrong.

After all, women were very sensitive.

And Xavier never slept with her. She couldn't help suspecting that he had another woman.

She came prepared. She knew from Jacob that Xavier was drunk, so she prepared a light soup that was good for his stomach.

"I heard you were drunk yesterday, so I made you some soup and it's good for your stomach."

As she spoke, she put the thermos on the table. When she was about to pour it out, Xavier grabbed her hand. He looked indifferent. "Who told you that I was drunk?"

Harriet felt guilty and changed the subject. "Xavier, you're hurting me."

Xavier had experienced much so he could see through her intention easily.

He just didn't expose her.

He let go of Harriet's hand and looked unhappy.

"I just care about you. Am I wrong?" Harriet grabbed Xavier's arm.

"Xavier..." Harriet looked at him with her pure, clear eyes. She knew her strengths and the only thing she could take advantage of was his sense of responsibility towards her.

How could she not know that Xavier did not love her?

Otherwise, he would have slept with her.

Xavier suddenly felt like smoking. He didn't have any cigarettes on him and was a little annoyed. Harriet found out and went to the cabinet to get a cigarette for him.

Xavier looked at her. His eyes were as deep as a sea. But they were very calm, and even if the huge waves rolled over, there was no trace of it.

He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth. Harriet was sensible and lit it for him and said slowly, "Although we're not married, I've been with you for three years. I know what you need by a look or an act. Xavier, if I do something you don't like, please forgive me. Maybe it's because I love you too much. I am afraid you would leave me."

Harriet sounded loving and sincere.

It exactly hit Xavier on the soft spot.

Xavier took a long pull on his cigarette, blowing out a white mist.

He gradually calmed down and his suspicions wore off. His voice was very soft. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I did. This is specially prepared for you." Harriet poured the soup into a bowl.

Then she put it in front of Xavier.

Xavier sat down at the table but did not have the soup. Instead, he kept smoking.

Harriet did not hurry him and turned to walk towards the bedroom.

Her hand was on the door, but she was not in a hurry to go in. Instead, she asked, "Although this is not my first time to enter your bedroom if you don't want me to go in, I won't."

She was playing a mind game now. She knew that Xavier believed what she had just said and forgave her intruding.

"Suit yourself." His voice was calm. No one knew how he felt.

Harriet couldn't hold back her curiosity. Even though she knew that Xavier might be unhappy, she still pushed open the door of the room.

There were no signs of two people sleeping on the bed.

She didn't see anything belonging to a woman anywhere she could see.

The bathroom cabinets were empty.

Harriet frowned. ' Am I overthinking?'

She felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell it clearly.

There was nowhere for someone to hide in the room. She had to leave the room.

Xavier was drinking the soup she had brought. He didn't look up and said faintly, "I remember it didn't taste like this before."

After that, he threw down the spoon, took a piece of tissue, and wiped his mouth. He didn't take another sip.

Then he threw the tissue into the trash can and walk to the bedroom.

Harriet pursed her lips. "Are you mad at me?"

Xavier didn't answer. Instead, he asked, "You've achieved your goal. Why are you still here?"

Harriet was about to cry, "You are still blaming me."

Xavier was particularly upset. He rubbed his eyebrows hard. "Leave me alone. I need some time."

"Okay, tomorrow is my birthday. Are you going to my home?"

In the past, Xavier wouldn't hesitate, but he hesitated today.

Harriet was holding back her tears. Seeing this, he agreed.

He took out a card from his wallet and gave it to her. "Buy whatever you like."

Harriet wiped away her tears and held Xavier's waist. "I just like you."

Xavier looked at her hands on his waist and said slowly, "If it was a poor boy who slept with you that night, would you still like him so much?"