Xavier raised his eyebrows. Or was she pretending to have forgotten about it?
Arya searched her mind again carefully. She really couldn't remember it.
She didn't lie.
Feeling uncomfortable all over, she went into the bathroom with some clothes, trying to relieve herself by taking a hot bath.
Soaking in the bathtub, Arya recalled Xavier's expression just now. Did she say something strange when she was drunk?
Why did he put on that expression?
Arya frowned. As far as she could recall, the craziest thing she might do after having alcohol was to say a few words that she didn't dare to say when she was completely conscious.
After resting in the bathtub for a while, Arya stood up and then washed up herself in front of the sink with her body wrapped in a towel.
There was no one else in the bedroom. Arya walked out of the bathroom to look for clothes in the closet. The towel fell down because she didn't wrap it tightly enough.
She didn't pick it up in time because she thought that there was no one else in the room. To her surprise, the sliding door of the balcony opened suddenly just when she was about to put on a dress. She was shocked and looked at the balcony. Xavier was walking towards her, holding his cell phone in hand. It seemed that he had just answered a call on the balcony.
Was he on the balcony all the time when she was taking a bath?
Arya tried to pick up the towel as soon as she came to her senses. However, her wrist was grabbed before she could touch the towel. Arya couldn't help but tremble.
"Let go of me first..."
"Are you addicted to luring me? You know, I can't control myself."
Arya stammered, "I didn't..."
"Xavier, it's already noon. Nanny Joy must have made lunch. Shall we go eat first?"
"Mm-hmm."
"We will be punished for wasting food." This was the only excuse Arya could find after a long-time consideration.
"Well, punish me first."
Of course, Arya had tried to resist him. But Xavier was much stronger than her. With less than one-third of his strength, he could hold her tightly. She could feel his weight as he took off his clothes, lowered his body, and lay on her body slowly.
"Xavier…"
She was trembling all over.
The food Nanny Joy had prepared was already cold when they finally went downstairs.
Nanny Joy was heating them up again.
Feeling embarrassed, Arya didn't look at anyone.
She went to hug Ramona in Daisy's arms. The kid was awake, seeing around the room with her big eyes.
"Why does she look more and more like Xavier?"
She used to look like Arya, but now she was more like Xavier.
"Let me see." Hearing Daisy's words, Xavier came over.
He, however, hoped that his daughter would be as beautiful as Arya.
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