After seeing the man who came in, she got out of bed and looked up at him. She opened her mouth but did not know how to speak.
Xavier walked to the bedside with an expressionless face and placed her slippers at her feet. Arya did not move.
Xavier looked up at her. "Put on your shoes. Whose attention are you going to draw by putting your bare feet on the ground?"
Arya lowered her eyes. "Who's that woman?"
She was sensitive to the relationship between men and women, especially after seeing her mother's failed marriage.
Xavier held her ankle, put her feet into the shoes, and asked coldly, "Do you still care who I have anything to do with?"
Arya almost blurted out, "Of course."
As soon as she said that, she realized how she felt.
She barely thought before she said it.
He understood her fear and guilt.
But he didn't want her to blame herself so much. "If you keep doing this, I'll perhaps do something out of line."
Arya widened her eyes. What did he mean?
Seeing Arya's shocked expression, Xavier smiled.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips. "I can pamper you, but I have my bottom line, understand?"
Arya frowned, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it.
Xavier held her shoulder and went outside. "I heard from Nanny Joy that you didn't eat today."
Arya seemed to understand what Xavier had just said. She turned to look at him. "Did you do it on purpose?"
It was not an accident but Xavier's scheme?
She felt that she was too impulsive to suspect him the moment she saw him with another woman.
Arya pushed him away. "You know nothing but bully me."
Xavier hugged her even tighter as she struggled.
Nanny Joy saw Xavier and Arya come out together, smiled, and then went to the kitchen to cook.
Arya lowered her head and was embarrassed by Nanny Joy's gaze.
Xavier picked up food for her. "Let's go get Ryan back tomorrow."
She was prone to overthink. With Ryan around, she wouldn't be so bored.
Arya said, "OK."
The sun gradually rose and shone through the clouds, making them red. They gradually dispersed under the gentle morning breeze.
In the room full of light red mist, Arya seemed to have had a sweet dream. She always felt that someone was messing around with her. Soon, she realized that it was not a dream.
She opened her eyes abruptly and saw Xavier's face.
"Are you awake?" He asked softly.
Arya didn't speak. This man...
Xavier smiled and pressed his face against hers. "Didn't you sleep well last night? Why are you tired? Hmm?"
Arya knew him too well. This expression meant that he wanted to do something.
The man was particularly horny in the morning.
"I didn't even take off my clothes when I slept yesterday. I feel uncomfortable." He said it seriously, but Arya didn't think he was really just being kind.
Arya felt that it was not proper to do this. The more she struggled, the tighter his grip was.
Arya was stunned. What was he doing?
"X... Xavier !" she cried out, desperately trying to pull her hand out.
"Arya..."
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