Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 95

"Mom, don't force me. I would rather not get married for my whole life if I could not marry her." Jasper

was also stubborn. He could be a filial son and obey his parents for any other things except this one.

"You're crazy. What's so good about her? Are you blind? Can't you see that Bridget is a wonderful girl?

She's also a virgin with great family background. The most important thing is that she likes you."

Madam Clinton was so furious with Jasper that she would have beaten Jasper if Bridget hadn't been

around.

Jasper wasn't like this before. Ever since he was with Arya, he seemed to become a totally different

person.

'Last time, Arya had promised not to be with Jasper. How dare she come with Jasper today?'

'If she doesn't keep her promises and goes back on her word, she doesn't have good character.'

Madam Clinton hated Arya to death.

Mr. Clinton was more rational. Although he didn't like Arya, he didn't say no in front of Jasper.

He had figured it out that. In order to stop them from getting together, he had to start with Arya.

Mr. Clinton sighed slightly and looked at his son. "Don't say anything today. We'll talk about it later on.

Let's have dinner first."

Madam Clinton was unhappy. Just as she was about to say something, she was stopped by her

husband. He shook his head at her, signaling her not to worry.

Jasper thought his father was on his side, so he agreed. "Thank you, Dad."

"Jasper, your mother and I were almost forty when we had you, and you were our only child. Won't you

break your mother's heart by contradicting her like this?" Mr. Clinton knew better than Madam Clinton

about how to deal with his son.

He was trying to solicit his empathy by saying that.

Jasper remained silent.

Mr. Clinton continued, "Well, you have to let your mother and I talk with that Miss Harrison. If she really

likes you and wants to be with you, then I'll let you two be together."

"No!" Madam Clinton immediately turned that down.

Mr. Clinton's face darkened and he looked at Jasper. "My words count. You go get her here."

"Why are you doing this?"

Mr. Clinton's eyes widened and he was aggressive. Madam Clinton stopped talking, but she was still

angry.

Jasper looked at his father. "Dad, I really like her. Please don't make things difficult for her."

Jasper was worried.

"What are you thinking about me?" Mr. Clinton's face became even more darkened.

He was angry not because of what Jasper said for Arya, but because Jasper was so kind to Arya.

It seemed that Jasper really liked her, but he really couldn't like Arya.

Her family was too complicated and she had no good reputation.

Mr. Clinton could not accept such a daughter-in-law.

Jasper glanced at his parents and pursed his lips tightly. He still trusted his father.

He left the inner room and came to the living room. Arya was sitting on the sofa. He walked over and

said, "Arya."

Arya looked up at him. "Yes."

"My parents want to talk to you." Afraid that she would feel uncomfortable, Jasper added hurriedly, "I'll

accompany you."

Arya nodded. "I know."

Even if Jasper wouldn't accompany her, she couldn't refuse if the two elders wanted to talk to her

alone.

Jasper led Arya into the inner room.

"Jasper, Miss Jones is alone outside. She's here to visit. It's not good for her to be alone in the living

room. You go and accompany her in the living room."

Jasper was about to say no when Arya said, "Go ahead. I want to talk to your parents too."

Arya could tell that they were deliberately sending Jasper away. There were some things that she had

to face on her own.

"But..."

"Will we eat her?" Madam Clinton glared at Jasper angrily.

Jasper was still worried and looked at Arya. Arya shook her head and said, "It's okay. You can go to the

living room."

Jasper held Arya's hand. "Call me anytime."

Arya nodded and said, "Okay."

Jasper walked out step by step, looking back at her and feeling a little anxious. After all, his parents

truly didn't like Arya.

He walked into the living room. His face took on a guarded expression when he saw Bridget. The sight

of her reminded him of how Xavier had framed him and forced him to leave Arya.

Bridget took the initiative to talk with him. Jasper was rather indifferent.

Inside, Mr. Clinton asked Arya to sit down.

Madam Clinton looked disapproving. She was not as magnanimous as Mr. Clinton.

"Miss Harrison, didn't you promise me not to be with Jasper?" Mr. Clinton didn't harshly question her.

He was just stating a fact.

"For people who have been to prison, even if they are cleaned up, they could not be decent. Let me put

it bluntly, I won't agree to you and Jasper being together!" Madam Clinton was not so patient as Mr.

Clinton.

She spoke directly from her heart, and she didn't care whether she would hurt others.

Mr. Clinton frowned and tried to hold his wife back, but Madam Clinton didn't let him. "Tell me, how can

you leave my son?"

Arya clenched her hands tightly, unable to sit still, feeling conflicted and helpless.

Agreeing with the two elders would definitely make Jasper sad.

The last thing she wanted was to disappoint Jasper. Even if she didn't love him, she was willing to

repay him with her life.

But facing Jasper's parents, she was powerless.

Not hearing Arya's answer, Madam Clinton knelt down in front of Arya with a bang. "Can you just take it

as I am begging you? Have you forgotten that a few months ago, he was forced to leave because of

you?! His father and I are too old to bear any blows. Be kind. Leave him and let him find a good girl to

have a family. As long as you agree, I can even kowtow to you. "

Mr. Clinton pulled his wife. But she didn't get up. She had made up her mind.

Arya covered her lips and her tears fell. 'Isn't she forcing me?'

"If you don't promise me, I'll keep on kneeling down." Madam Clinton's attitude was especially firm.

From the bottom of her heart, she thought that Arya was an unauspicious woman. She had already hurt

Jasper once.

She would never let her hurt Jasper again, let alone allow her to enter the Clintons.

"I...agree. Please get up first." Arya reached out to help her.

She dodged her hand. "Don't blame me either. You and my son are really not suitable for each other. I

hope my daughter-in-law is a pure and innocent girl..."

Arya lowered her head and burst into tears. She knew herself well, but when someone said it out, she

felt especially uncomfortable.

It was very suffering.

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"I know. I promise you I will leave him." Arya stood up. She wanted to leave. She felt bad being pointed

at her pain by others.

After getting the answer she wanted, Madam Clinton stood up. "Please remember what you said this

time. Don't go back on your word, or I'll hate you even more!"

"I know." Arya wiped away the tears on her face and looked at the two elders with a smile. "I've caused

you trouble today. I'll go now."

"Leave after dinner." Old Master Clinton didn't want her to go immediately. Jasper would definitely think

too much about her leaving like this.

Madam Clinton glared at the Old Master in displeasure. Her glaring eyes seemed to be asking why he

kept her.

Mr. Clinton pinched her wife's shoulder. "If she goes right now, what do you want Jasper to think?"

Mr. Clinton looked at Arya. "You don't want Jasper to know anything, do you?"

Arya nodded. She really didn't want Jasper to have a conflict with her parents because of her.

The old lady also understood her husband's intention.

She even acted very enthusiastic about Arya in front of Jasper to confuse him.

Jasper thought they had a good talk.

Sitting at the table, Arya was put on tenterhooks.

Jasper was holding her hand under the table, "My parents didn't make things difficult for you, did they?"

Arya lowered her head and said, "No, they didn't."

Jasper was finally relieved.

At the dinner table, Madam Clinton had been taking care of Bridget, picking this up and pouring that for

her. She didn't even care about Jasper.

She wanted to catch this good girl.

In the middle of the meal, Arya received a call from Orlando because it was already the new year's

holiday, there was going to be a party that night. Orlando called her in advance, afraid that she would

forget.

Arya took this opportunity to excuse herself and left. She stood up. "I caused trouble today. I have

something else to do, so I'll go first."

"I'll see you off." Jasper also stood up.

Madam Clinton glanced at Arya and finally looked at her son. "You haven't had a good meal with me

since you came back yesterday."

"Jasper, I can go by myself. You stay at home with your parents today." Arya smiled at him as if nothing

had happened.

"But..."

Arya gave him a comforting look. "I'm good."

Jasper pursed his lips as he said, "I'll see you later."

"Okay." Arya answered and left.

Walking out of the door, Arya relaxed a little. The winter wind was like a small knife, making people feel

cold and painful when blown on the face.

She left the Clinton's in the cold wind with her arms folded.

She came out with an excuse and had nowhere to go for a while. She walked aimlessly along the

roadside for a long time until at night, she went straight to the venue where the party was organized by

Orlando.

There were all capable employees of the company. By the time Arya arrived, they had already started

drinking.

Arya had a bad stomach and couldn't drink, but she had to drink today.

She wanted to thank Orlando and the new employees.

Because of them, she could take hold of the company.

Arya raised her glass and looked at Orlando. "First, a toast to Vice President Orlando."

"Then I have to drink it. Indeed, I did a lot of work." Orlando cheekily clinked glasses with Arya.

Perhaps because of the bad mood, Arya indulged herself in drinking and proposed a toast to every one

of them.

Orlando held her back. "You'll get drunk."

Arya looked back at Orlando and smiled. "That's exactly what I want."

It wouldn't hurt if she was drunk.

Then she wouldn't have to face so many things.

She was so sad.

Orlando pulled her out of the room. "You shouldn't be here today. I'll send you back."

"No!" Arya broke free of Orlando's hand and walked back.

She held her forehead and didn't see clearly the road ahead. She bumped into someone. She thought

it was Orlando and said impatiently, "I just want to drink some wine. Why are you stopping me?!"

No one answered her.

She raised her head. The first thing she saw was a resolute chin. Then she saw a fair face with smooth

skin, which was handsome but cold, and a pair of black eyes, staring at her without blinking.

"You... why are you here..."

Xavier grabbed her wrist and pulled her away. Just as Orlando was about to speak, Xavier gave him a

cold look. "I'll take care of her."

Arya didn't want to go with him and tried to break free, "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Instead of letting her go, Xavier tightened his grip on her wrist...