Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 301

"If you can live a happy life without any pressure, it can only mean that you are more indifferent than

me..."

Arya looked up and walked out. The corridor was unusually quiet, quiet enough to hear Harriet's shout.

It was neither windy nor cold, but Arya shivered.

Perhaps her heart was so cold and it was hard to predict others' feelings and indifference.

It was sunny outside, but she could not feel any warmth on her cold face. She had no idea when tears

were on her cheeks. Xavier pursed his lips, cold and sharp. He wiped the corner of her eyes with his

thumb and pulled her into his arms so tightly that she had no chance to get rid of it.

Arya leaned against the man and was carried into the car.

When they got home, Bridget was pacing back and forth at the door. It seemed that she wanted to

knock on the door but she hesitated.

Seeing Xavier and Arya coming over, she went up to them with reddened eyes as if she had cried.

"Arya..."

Arya withdrew from Xavier's arms and said coldly, "Come in."

Bridget followed in with her head down.

Ryan was holding the transformers and enjoyed himself in the living room.

Arya walked over and sat down beside him. Ryan was a little stronger after recovery. The little boy

grew up with regular features which looked similar to his dad's. Arya rubbed his hair. "Ryan, can you go

back to your room with your toys?"

Ryan blinked, looked at Arya and then at Bridget who didn't look good, nodded slightly, and ran into the

room with his toys in his arms.

Arya asked Bridget to sit down.

Bridget sat down with her hands crossed on her legs, not knowing what to say.

Xavier poured a glass of water and sat next to Arya before passing the glass to her. Arya glanced at

him, caught the water, and took two sips. Her throat was indeed a little dry.

The water really made her better.

"Say whatever you want." Arya opened her mouth and held the glass with her hands.

"It was too sudden. I was shocked..." It was so frightening that she couldn't accept or even believe it.

How could a person die in an instant?

Was it really like the saying that everything was unpredictable?

Bridget choked up, gazing at Arya with tears in her eyes. "Sister-in-law, can you tell me what happened

at that time?"

Xavier grabbed Arya's hand in his palm, and gently rubbed its back. In fact, he also wondered what

really happened when Jasper was shot.

Thinking about this, Arya felt that all the blood in her body was flowing upstream, filling her brain and

making her mind in complete turmoil. Her hands involuntarily tightened, grabbed the man's hand tightly

all the time, and could not help trembling with her knuckles white.

She breathed heavily as if a stone had pressed against her chest, making her unable to breathe.

Xavier hugged her and kissed her cold hand. "Just let it go."

Seeing it, Bridget was so nervous and helpless. "I... I didn't mean to..."

Arya shook her head and said, "It was because of me. If he hadn't blocked the bullets for me, I would

have been shot..."

After the incident, she gibbered for the first time, "If he hadn't saved me, he…might have gotten

married now..."

And he might live a happy life now.

"It's all because of me. I let him down and hurt him... It's all my fault."

Xavier hugged her tightly and rubbed her back gently to calm her down. "It's not your fault."

Then, he turned to Bridget. "You can leave now."

Bridget seemed to have something to say, but when facing the man's warning gaze, she reluctantly

stood up and walked out of the room.

Arya closed her eyes, with tears on her eyelashes. "Xavier, I'm so pained."

She felt pained because of Jasper's death. In the end, Jasper's death cast a shadow on the love

between her and Xavier.

Die or live. Life was circular and never stopped. No one could predict what would happen tomorrow.

The case was finally settled after half a month. After all, it was not a small case. The shooting case

stirred up great commotion in the society, so the police efficiently arrested the main suspect Harriet and

several men she employed.

Although Harriet was not the murderer, she was the mastermind.

The murderer who shot Jasper to death was sentenced to life imprisonment. Madam Clinton cried and

was in a coma when hearing the case. What was the effect of sentencing?

Her son would never come back.

She had only one son.

The saddest thing in the world was that the white-haired held a funeral for the black-haired.

After that, Jasper's body was also taken back by his parents. And the funeral was scheduled for August

21.

Arya overheard this from the phone call between Xavier and Jacob.

"I got it." After Xavier hung up, he turned around and saw Arya standing behind him.

The man was stunned. "Have you heard that?"

The woman nodded.

Xavier held the phone tightly and finally walked over. He reached out to adapt her messy hair between

her eyebrows. "Shall I take you for a walk to relax?"

Arya shook her head and rejected, "No need."

Then she turned around slowly.

The man hugged her from behind and kissed her hair. "Please."

She definitely couldn't appear at the funeral. If Jasper's parents saw her, there would be a conflict.

And she was too weak to adapt to the atmosphere at the funeral.

It could be expected that she couldn't help feeling sad when watching the scene.

The woman said nothing. Wouldn't she be allowed to say goodbye to him?

"You must want him to leave quietly without disturbance, right?" The man gently rubbed his face

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Arya closed her eyes and remained silent as if she agreed with his words.

Arya didn't go, but Xavier had to go. He attended the funeral reasonably, but he was concerned about

Arya, so he asked Nanny Joy to take care of her. "Call me immediately if something happens."

Nanny Joy promised, "Okay, I will take good care of Madam."

After Xavier left, Arya locked herself in the room. Nanny Joy was worried. "Madam..."

"I just want to be alone. Don't worry, I'll be fine." Arya walked to the wardrobe and rummaged through

the clothes she had prepared. She was now in a pure black dress with a small white flower on her

head.

Just consider it the last farewell.

Seeing her dress, Nanny Joy did not dare to say anything. She held her arm and asked her to sit down

at the table. "You are pregnant now. Don't be too sad."

Nanny Joy could not say anything else to persuade her. After all, no one could put this matter aside if

they were Arya.

Nanny Joy took food for her. "Isn't it too boring? Why not bring Ryan back to accompany you?"

Daisy came a few days ago and took Ryan to the Old Residence.

Arya shook her head, picked up the bowl, and took a sip of the soup. In fact, she could not taste the

soup because the tip of her tongue seemed to be numb.

Ding-dong...

A series of scattered and orderly sounds sounded. Nanny Joy muttered, "Who will come at this time?"

During this period, Xavier hardly let anyone come here, and he rarely went out himself, spending much

time with Arya.