Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 397

She thought a lot last night. Now she had realized Mr. Jones's words made sense and agreed to his

idea.

All in all, Jacob was a good match for Bridget.

Arya sat back on the sofa quietly.

Jacob quickly stood up. He was slightly injured, so he refused. "Don't bother her. I'm okay."

Daisy glanced at his hand. "You're bleeding."

As soon as she finished speaking, she called out to Bridget's room, "Bridget, come out."

Hearing the sound, Bridget came out of the room and her eyes glittered when she saw Jacob. Soon,

she regained her composure and walked towards Daisy casually. "Mom, what's the matter?"

"Where's the medical kit? Go get it. Jacob's hand is injured. I think you'd better clean it up for him."

Bridget bit her lips and went to the TV cabinet in the living room to take out the medicine kit.

Jacob didn't dare to ask Bridget to help him. He quickly waved his hand. "Please just leave it here. I'll

do it myself. Thank you."

In fact, he didn't shed much blood. Most of the blood on his hand belonged to Rufus.

He was too aggressive at that time. His hands were slightly injured when he hit Rufus on his

cheekbones and his teeth.

In fact, it didn't matter. It was just that the blood made his hands look terrible.

Bridget sat across from him, took out the disinfectant, and said faintly, "Let me clean it up for you.

You're injured, you can't do it yourself."

Jacob felt strange somehow.

It was just weird.

Bridget held Jacob's hand with one hand, and held sterilized cotton with the other. She was about to

wipe the blood off the back of his hand when Jacob suddenly withdrew his hand.

Jacob clearly knew who he was, so he didn't dare to dream of becoming Bridget's boyfriend.

He kept his injured hand raised to avoid touching Bridget's hand.

Bridget looked up at him.

Jacob felt awkward. If he had known, he wouldn't have come in.

"Are you afraid of me?" Bridget stared at him.

Jacob smiled, "No."

Bridget knew his real thought, but she didn't expose him.

The dried blood on his hand was cleaned up. Then Bridget saw the wound on the knuckle on the back

of his hand.

"How did you get hurt?" Bridget looked him up and down, finding his clothes were neat and his face

was not hurt.

Arya and Jacob didn't tell the Jones Family about what had happened on the plane, but just told them

that it was an accident.

So Jacob didn't mention Rufus.

"By... By accident." Jacob did not come up with a reasonable explanation.

Bridget lowered her head and put the band-aid on the wound. "It seems that you get hurt because of a

fight."

As she spoke, Bridget looked up at Jacob.

"Emm... I... I met a thief today and argued with him... Then my hand got hurt." Jacob's head was

sweating, and it took him a long time to come up with an explanation.

Bridget put away the medicine box and put it back where it was.

Jacob took the opportunity to approach Arya and whispered, "I think I'd better go back."

He was afraid that he would say something wrong here.

Before Arya could speak, Nanny Joy came out and said that the meal was ready. "Come to the dining

room."

Arya looked at Jacob. "Let's eat first."

Even if he wanted to leave, he should fill his stomach first.

Jacob walked into the dining room nervously.

Arya had no appetite. After a few mouthfuls of soup, she put down her chopsticks.

Jacob lowered his head, not in the mood of enjoying the food.

"It's been two months..."

Arya put his palm on the edge of the table, leaned back against the chair, and looked at Jacob. "What

do you want to say?"

Jacob wanted her to be mentally prepared and stop lying to herself.

However, as he spoke, he changed his words, "Nothing. I just feel that time flies."

"I'm done. Take your time." Arya stood up and walked towards her room.

She knew and understood what Jacob was trying to say. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Every time he mentioned it, she felt too painful to breathe.

It was as if a huge stone was pressing on her, almost suffocating her to death.

When she entered the room, she immediately locked the door. The lights in the room were not turned

on.

Something blocked her way.

She slid down feebly and sat paralyzed on the ground.

She covered her chest and her lips were slightly open. Her tears were rolling down like beads...

Jacob quickly finished the meal and walked to the living room. He said to Daisy and Mr. Jones. "It's late

today. I'd better go back now."

"Bridget, see him off." Daisy looked at Bridget and signaled her.

Bridget stood up from the sofa.

Jacob moved his lips but didn't say anything.

Bridget walked him out. Jacob found a chance to ask Bridget.

"Why do I think your mom is a little strange?"

Jacob told Bridget his doubts.

Bridget didn't answer him, but asked, "Do you think my brother... Is still alive?"

Jacob was instantly distracted. He looked up at the night sky.

"I'm afraid..." In fact, everyone knew that.

But no one was willing to admit that truth.

Bridget sat by the fountain and said, "Just accompany me for a while."

Jacob sat down beside her.

The two of them just sat there without saying a word.

A long time passed.

"Jacob... Can I ask you a favor?" Suddenly Bridget said.

Jacob agreed without hesitation, "No problem, as long as I can do it."

Bridget pursed her lips, feeling a little awkward for a moment.

That day, she heard everything Mr. Jones said in the study.

She knew their intention.

Bridget didn't know how to run a company, so she couldn't help her family at all.

"Jacob, marry me."

The air almost froze.

Jacob felt that he had hallucinated.

Jacob stared at Bridget and asked in shock, "What did you just say?"

Bridget turned to look at him. "I said, let's get married."

Jacob looked at Bridget's serious face and the corner of his mouth twitched. "Are you joking?"

"No. I'm serious." She looked back at Jacob. "I know you don't like me, and I don't care about that. I

just need to get married. Of course, if you fall in love with another woman, you can buy a house and

live with her. I will never interfere with your private life..."

"Wait..." Jacob interrupted her. "Why?"

"Bridget, what do you think?" Jacob felt that he was particularly abnormal today and often had

hallucinations.

Yes, it must be an illusion.

Otherwise, why would Bridget suddenly propose to him? It was ridiculous.