Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 461

After work, the people in the company left gradually. Only Emma had not left yet. She had not finished

reading the documents that Orlando gave her during the day. She did not understand some parts, and

she had to find some relevant information.

Orlando gave her the opportunity to work. She must cherish it.

It was almost eleven o'clock when she finished reading and digesting these documents.

When she put away the documents and was about to leave, she remembered what Orlando had said

during the day. She looked at everything in the office, walked to the table, put the documents into a

folder, and put the pen on the table into the pen holder. Everything was placed in the right place.

The coat that was left on the sofa was taken away by Orlando when he was working temporarily here

at Emma's place. It had been a long time since he got off work so early.

His family was still in W City, and he was the only one here.

Although he was doing well here, he didn't want his family to come over like him. On the one hand, it

was where he was born, and on the other hand, there were people who were worried about him.

Even if he couldn't love her, he could at least go back and see her.

If they all moved here, he would cut all the connections with her completely, which was not what he

wanted.

He had thought that if Xavier didn't come back, he would express his feelings to her, but Xavier came

back.

He was back to the original position and could only think and say secretly in his heart.

He took out his phone and searched for her number. After looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't

dial it.

Putting down his phone, he lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

He woke up before dawn and couldn't fall asleep again, so he got up to wash up and went to the

company.

There were not many cars on the road at this time. More than an hour later, there would be a lot of cars

and the road would be very crowded during the rush hour.

Straight ahead was the way to the company, but halfway up, Orlando turned the car around and drove

towards a relatively remote place.

Because there was a restaurant and the breakfast there was delicious, Orlando was almost used to

eating there in the morning.

A bowl of minced pork congee with preserved egg and an egg roll were his favorite set meal.

After breakfast, he walked out of the restaurant and was about to get in the car to leave when he saw

Emma standing opposite the bus stop waiting for the bus. She was holding a bun and soy milk in her

hand and a bag on her shoulder.

Orlando sat in the car for a while before starting the car and driving across the street.

The black car stopped in front of Emma and she instinctively took a step back.

The windowpane came down, and Orlando's bright side face appeared. He turned to look at Emma.

"Get in the car."

When Emma saw that the person in the car was Orlando, she hesitated for two seconds before

opening the door and getting in.

She sat in the back.

Orlando started the car and drove smoothly on the road. He glanced at Emma in the rear-view mirror.

"Are you going to the company?"

After all, it was a little early.

"Yes." Emma clenched the plastic bag in her hand and answered truthfully.

"There's still an hour from the working time. So early?" Orlando asked, seemingly unintentionally.

Emma lowered her eyes slightly. "There are many things that I still don't know. Of course, I have to

work harder to be worthy of the opportunity you gave me."

Orlando looked ahead and his lips curled up. "You are quite diligent."

At this moment, Orlando's phone rang. He held the steering wheel with one hand, took out his phone

with the other and pressed the "accept" button. "Hello."

"Hello."

He took off his phone and looked at the caller ID, which showed Jacob's name. He frowned. Why would

Jacob call him?

He put the phone back to his ear. "What's up?"

"Xavier and Arya will have a wedding on December 20. I'm calling to tell you."

Orlando couldn't help but clench the phone in his hand. Didn't they already register?

Why did they have to hold a wedding?

This was Cullen's request before he died, and Xavier wanted to give it to him.

He wanted to tell everyone that Arya was his wife.

"I see." After hanging up the phone, Orlando's face tensed up.

Emma was very observant. She could tell that Orlando was in a bad mood and sat quietly without

saying anything to disturb him.

Soon they arrived at the company. Orlando stopped the car and walked into the company. Emma

followed him some distance away.

When he suddenly heard that Arya and Xavier were going to hold a wedding, he was disappointed, so

much so that he didn't even have the mood to work. He was holding documents in his hands, but he

couldn't read a single word.

So he didn't notice that the table had been tidied up.

There was a noise outside the room. He was already upset and felt even worse when he heard the

noise. He stood up from his seat and walked to open the office door. He saw Emma installing a table

there alone.

Orlando looked around. There was no one around. His eyebrows furrowed. "You get no favor?"

Emma nodded. "The deliveryman just left."

"Leave it." Orlando took out his cell phone and made a phone call. "You don't need to go to work from

today!"

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After hanging up the phone, he turned around and walked into the room. Emma stood there, not

knowing what to do. Should she continue to pretend or leave it?

Orlando looked back at the woman standing there and pointed to the sofa in the room. "Sit there first.

You can stay until someone goes to work and set the table."

"It looks pretty simple. I can do it..."

"You don't understand?" Orlando suddenly became angry.

He was in a bad mood. Couldn't she go against him?

Emma immediately stopped speaking, not daring to say a word more.

After a while, Orlando calmed down. "I'm in a bad mood. Don't mind."

"I know," Emma said.

Emma was uncomfortable in the office, not because this was not where she was supposed to be, but

because Orlando had a troubled expression.

He stood for a moment, then sat down again, looking at the document but unable to comprehend it.

It was obvious that he was in a bad mood. She sat here under a lot of pressure and didn't dare to

breathe.

For fear of provoking him.

Orlando also knew that it was not good, but he could not control his temper inexplicably.

He felt so stuffy that he had nowhere to vent his anger.

He knew it shouldn't be like this. He should put it down.

He supported his forehead with both hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to calm himself down.

After a long time, he calmed down and opened the folder. Only then did he notice that the originally

messy table was tidied up. He looked up at the woman sitting on the sofa, who was eating buns while

reading the documents. "Did you clean my table?"

Emma didn't expect him to suddenly talk to him and swallow the bun in her mouth before she finished

chewing. "Yes... It's me."

"Don't move my things in the future."

"Got it." Emma lowered her head.

The table outside was set up, and Emma moved out of the room.

She was always the first to come to the company and the last to leave. She worked very hard.

As Arya and Xavier's wedding was coming, he didn't want to get off work, but to numb himself with

work.

He held his phone and hesitated for a long time before calling Arya.

Arya was trying on the wedding dress.

Bridget and Demi were tidying up her skirt.

At this moment, the phone on the table rang. Bridget looked out and saw Orlando. She picked it up and

handed it to Arya. "It's Orlando."

Arya picked it up.

But Orlando didn't say anything.

Arya seemed to feel that something was on his mind, so she walked to the window with her skirt

hemline in her hand. "Why did you call and said nothing?"

Orlando didn't know what to say. He just wanted to hear her voice.

"Hmm? Didn't work well?" Arya guessed, "If not, was it because you had a new relationship?"

Orlando wanted to yell at her. The woman he wanted to be in a relationship with was already someone

else's wife.

"Don't you already register? There are two children, too. Why holding a wedding?" Orlando raised his

lips.

Arya smiled. "I'm a woman. I want to wear a wedding dress too."

At first, she thought that the wedding was really not important, but Xavier insisted to give her one.

It was what he owed her.

"I'm very busy here. I'm afraid I can't go." Orlando was a little timid.

Arya smiled. "It's fine."

"Arya." Orlando rarely called her by her first name, and most of the time she called Miss Harrison.

Arya was slightly stunned and was a little confused about Orlando's sudden address.

He rarely called her by her name directly.

"You-you're drunk?"

"You're the one who's drunk. Tell me what you like. I'll give it to you as your wedding gift." Orlando

leaned against the French window with his elbow against the table.

"What gift?"

"Of course, I have to give you something for your wedding gift."

Arya smiled. "But I am not newly married."

"Cut it out. Tell me what you like. Your husband was so generous as to give the whole company to me

anyway. I have money now."

"How about giving your blessing to me in person?" Arya lowered her head, smiling all over her face, her

fingers drawing circles on the glass.

She somehow knew what Orlando was thinking.

Orlando, "..."

Wasn't she deliberately making fun of him?

Knowing that he didn't even want to come to the wedding, she even wanted him to give some

nonsense blessing?

"My throat hurts. I can't say it."

"Then who am I talking to?" Arya laughed angrily.

What a terrible pretext!

They fell silent, and the air around them seemed to congeal.

"What are you doing?" Orlando broke the silence first.

Arya looked down at the wedding dress. "I am trying on the wedding dress."

Orlando paused. He seemed to be able to imagine what she would look like in a wedding dress.

"I haven't seen you in a wedding dress."

Arya, "..."

He looked down at the time. The mall was still open now. "I'll hang up first."

"Okay."

Orlando hung up the phone, put on his coat, and walked out of the office. Emma was still outside.

Orlando frowned. "Why are you still here?"

"I'll leave after I finish this form," Emma said.

Orlando took a few steps. He stopped and looked back at her. "Do me a favor tomorrow."

"What's it?" Emma looked up.

"Accompany me to a place."

"Okay."

Orlando, who was just about to take a step, stopped again and looked up and down at her. "Do you

have anything like a proper dress?"

Emma shook her head...