Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 4: Lonely Fragrance

Then, he carried Victoria and walked right out. As his gaze swept across Arya, his expression become hostile instantly and was even filled with disgust!

Layla shot Arya an angry look too before she followed right after them.

Arya watched indifferently as they left. Suddenly, hints of pained bewilderment rose in her eyes.

After a long while, she could only laugh bitterly and drag her fatigued body to walk out in a daze. Absent-mindedly, when she wanted to wipe the coldness on her face, a white handkerchief was suddenly handed to her.

She was stunned for a moment. She slowly looked up.

Then, she saw him...

It was him...

Xavier Knight...

In his all-white tailored suit, his calm and reserved eyes had a faint look of concern. That still expression remained frozen on his noble and handsome face.

"Why are you here?"

She looked up at him, and after a long silence, Arya lowered her gaze. She turned away, not wanting to let anyone see the dismay and weakness in her eyes that she could not disguise.

Unfortunately, her raspy and tired voice and that pale face of hers had already given away the fact that she had been enduring some kind of torture silently. She did not know that hidden underneath the calm stillness of the eyes of this man who stood before her, was a gaze so sharp that it could almost see through everything.

Xavier did not answer. His silent gaze focused on her bandaged hand. After quite a while, he said in a muffled voice,

"Are you okay?"

When these words tumbled out of his mouth, Arya was startled for a moment. She turned around and looked at him, her lips parting slightly. She wanted to say something, but after a long while, she still did not utter a word. She just silently accepted the handkerchief that he handed to her, and wiped the tears on her face away.

Arya gripped the handkerchief in her hand. A long while later, she then took a deep breath and looked up. Pasted across her exquisitely beautiful face was a bitter smile.

"Do you also think that I'm a sorry figure, very vicious, and unreasonable?"

When he heard this, something in Xavier's eyes shifted. He then shook his head and his deep voice was very sensible.

"I've never agreed with the concept of sacrificing to matchmake others. Everyone has the rights to control their own emotions. There's no need to sacrifice yourself for anyone."

Arya silently retrieved her gaze. She turned to look ahead in the direction where it was already empty, her plain tone holding hints of fatigue.

"If it were possible, who'd be willing to sacrifice themselves to matchmake others?"

Then, she could not help but take a deep breath and slowly turn around to look at him. She lifted up her hand that held the handkerchief and laughed softly.

"I don't feel comfortable letting you see me in a mess like this. You've come to my aid quite a few times now. I really don't know how to thank you."

Xavier took a long, hard look at her. The flickering dimness in her eyes seemed to bring an unnamed appeal. As he stared, suddenly there was a shift from the depths of his eyes.

He did not know why, but seeing her like this suddenly made him think of his past self...

When she saw him keeping quiet, Arya asked casually,