Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 438

Arya looked up and saw a tall figure moving slowly this way, so familiar.

This face...

Xavier's face gradually became clearly.

Why was he here?

She rubbed her head hard. She remembered that she was calling Jacob. Did she dial the wrong number?

Arya was in a daze, and her eyes were shrouded in darkness, invisible oppression was sweeping upon her. Arya shrank slightly, not knowing whether it was cold or because of Xavier's gloomy face.

Jacob had already picked Bridget up from the other side, and Bridget was already drunk to the unconscious.

Xavier glanced at him. "Take good care of her."

Jacob nodded. "I will."

Jacob was just about to leave when Xavier stopped him. "Can you settle the conflicts at home in the future?"

Xavier knew that Jacob and Bridget didn't have feelings for each other before. It was inevitable for them to have friction when they suddenly lived together. But Xavier wanted the two to solve this kind of thing on their own.

Jacob didn't think they were in conflict and paused before saying, "We're fine. She just wanted to go out and hang around today."

Xavier's hand on Arya paused slightly. His eyes darted towards Jacob. "Too happy, so drunk like this?"

"I have to go." Jacob hugged Bridget and disappeared quickly.

Arya pushed Xavier and tried not to let him hold her. "I'm not drunk."

The corner of Xavier's eyes twitched slightly. She was talking nonsense.

Maybe it was because of the alcohol that encouraged her. Arya said what she didn't dare to say to Xavier when she was sober. "Xavier... I hate you!"

She could just say it, but she even pushed him to keep him away.

Xavier narrowed his eyes and held her up by her waist. When Arya tried to break free, he hugged her even tighter. It was really uncomfortable to be shackled. Arya couldn't move and her delicate face crumpled into a ball.

Something rolled up in her stomach and she wanted to vomit.

Xavier put her on the side of the road and patted her back slightly. "Uncomfortable?"

Arya didn't want to speak. Her stomach and throat were uncomfortable.

"No vomiting?"