Your Love Is My Weapon

"Hello?" Jacob rubbed his aching temple.

"I'm downstairs."

Hearing that, Jacob suddenly opened his eyes. The voice was so familiar to him.

Did he hear it wrong?

or...

He couldn't believe it.

"You... You..."

Before he could ask, that man had hung up.

Jacob held the phone and was in disbelief for a long time.

But then, he ran out hurriedly.

Because he was sure that it was Xavier's voice.

He had been by Xavier's side for too long, and he knew his habits.

The decisiveness he felt in the phone call would definitely be Xavier's style.

In the downstairs of the company, there was a car that Xavier used to love to drive. Jacob's breathing was a little disordered. Although he had guessed it might be him, he was still nervous. As for what he was nervous about, he didn't know. Things didn't as he expected, or what?

He tried to calm down and walked over.

The window rolled down, and Jacob saw the person sitting inside clearly. He gulped but soon heaved a sigh of relief.

Xavier gave him and signaled him to get in the car.

Jacob came back to his senses and quickly opened the door and got in.

Xavier drove the car out. Behind him, Jacob was anxious and his head was sweating. He had something to ask, but he didn't know where to start.

There was no sign that Xavier would come back, but he came back so suddenly.

Jacob wanted to ask what had happened during this period and why Xavier had to wait so long to come back since he was fine.

Repressing the desire to ask a lot of questions, Jacob followed Xavier into a private room.

As soon as he entered, Jacob couldn't help but say, "Where have you been all this time?"

At this time, a waiter came over and Xavier ordered two bottles of wine.

As if he didn't hear Jacob's question, he sat on a black leather sofa.

Jacob was so anxious that his hands kept moving. "During this time..."

"Jacob." Xavier looked up. His voice was low and inexplicably calm, even making Jacob less agitated. They sit quietly.

The waiter held a tray with two bottles of wine and two glasses on it. The waiter bent over, put the tray on the table, and opened a bottle of wine. Just as he was about to pour the wine, Xavier said indifferently, "You go out.”

The waiter left obediently and closed the door.

Xavier bent over and took the wine bottle. He poured the wine into the glass, put down the wine bottle, and placed it in front of Jacob. When he withdrew his hand, a deep and calm voice once again came. "You and Bridget got married?"

Jacob's body stiffened.

His expression changed.

It took him a long time before he could say. "Yes, We just got married yesterday."

Xavier drank the glass of wine in his hand in one gulp. When he put down the glass, he raised his chin and asked Jacob to drink the wine in his glass.

Jacob took the glass and drank it without a drop. Then he put the empty glass on the table. Xavier filled his and Jacob's glass again. "What are you going to do in the future?"

Xavier filled their glasses again and again. Jacob stared at the glass and pursed his lips. "At that time, everyone thought..."

"I mean, what is your plan for the future?” Xavier looked up at him.

Bridget had already been divorced once.

One more divorce again?

"I'll take responsibility.” Jacob had thought of it before. It was okay that he and Bridget have no feelings, as long as they respected each other.

Xavier raised his eyebrows, his eyes slightly narrowed, and a little doubt flashed in his eyes. Then, he pursed his lips and said, "Take responsibility?"