Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 31: Speed and Passion

Observing her lower her head, Xavier then sighed to himself. His hand could not help but move to pat her head, gently pulling her into his embrace.

"How old are you now? I can't even say a few words to you. You've got to fix this temper." His voice came from above her head.

Arya replied in a raspy, indignant voice, "I'm not angry at you."

"Fine, I won't argue with you. However you feel at ease, then be it. Quickly tidy up a little and finish handling your matters. I'll take you out to pass some time," Xavier said, and then he could not help but pat her head again before letting her go. He turned around and walked towards the shelves to continue arranging the books.

Arya watched the way his figure got busy. She could still feel the faint warmth his hand had left on her shoulder. She stood in the same spot quietly for a long while before she eased up, and did not say anything more. She just picked up her pace and walked forward.

The teahouse holiday was initially planned to start from the next day onwards all the way until the 15th day of the month. Arya told Professor to give out all the New Year gifts prepared for the employees and then talked about some things to take note of during the celebrations. Then, she left with Xavier.

Xavier drove and his driving skills were better than Arya's. In fact, it seemed like he was also used to driving fast. He sped all the way and very quickly, they had entered the bustling city's north.

When he brought her to a high-end beauty salon, Arya still could not help but be startled. She did not expect that the way he wanted to help her pass time would be by getting her hair washed and trimmed.

"Give her a good wash and blow. Trim her hair a little too, but don't cut it short," he instructed a hairdresser that looked respectful and enthusiastic. Then, he walked over to a sofa and took a magazine from the side before sitting down leisurely to flip through it.

Before the shocked Arya could return to her senses, the hairdresser had already agreed to the assigned task eagerly.

Arya was in a daze for quite a while. When she snapped back to the present, the hairdresser had already called out to her a few times. After some thought, she went with it in the end since she would not need to wash her long hair when she got back.

The hairdresser was quick besides being very skilled and professional. It took a little over an hour to wash her hair, trim it, and give her a head massage. Arya had even slept for a while.

When the hairdresser was trimming her ends, Arya kept sneaking peeks through the mirror from time to time at him on the sofa. She saw that he was reading a book with a lot of focus and he did not look impatient at all.

She thought about it for a long time, before suddenly calling out to him,

"Xavier?"

"Hmm?" He responded softly, not even looking up.

Although he responded, she did not utter a sound more.

When he did not hear her continue, Xavier looked up. Through the mirror, he examined for quite a while and was about to say something when the phone in his shirt pocket suddenly rang.

It was his personal phone.

Someone like him was usually busy with work, so he had quite a few numbers. On the weekends, he would only bring his personal phone with him. Even Arya knew about this habit of his too.

He took out the phone and his finger slid across the screen to answer the call. It was from the Mu residence.

"Xavier, it's the weekend today. Your grandmother and I have caught two carps. How about you bring your wife Arya back to the residence for dinner?"