Your Love Is My Weapon

But soon he knew the reason.

After work, Xavier called him when he was about to go home.

He needed to go to Janet's place.

Jacob looked at Xavier in the rear-view mirror. "Is it because of the child?"

Xavier leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, but didn't fall asleep. He didn't answer Jacob's question.

Obviously, Xavier didn't want to talk about it, so Jacob shut up wisely.

Not long after, when they arrived, Jacob stopped the car by the side of the road.

It was a nice neighborhood with well-equipped facilities.

This was the same place that Jacob had arranged for Janet.

Coincidentally, when they were about to enter, Janet walked out of the supermarket not far away. There was a man beside her. He was average-looking and older than Janet, but he looked quite honest. He should be a trustworthy husband.

The man carried the bags for Janet. "I still don't understand why you have to give your child to him. Obviously, you don't want to give up at all. You often cry secretly at night.”

No one didn't love his or her own child, nor did she.

Telling Arya that it was her partner who minded her having a child was also a lie.

"You don't understand.” Janet knew the relationship between Arya and Jasper. If the child was raised by her, she would not treat the child badly.

It was the best way for the child to stay in the Jones Family with Arya.

In contrast, Janet was just an ordinary person who couldn't offer him anything good.

Moreover, Jasper's parents were too old. Janet was afraid that they would not give the child to Arya when they found out. She didn't even tell them that she was pregnant with Jasper's child.

After Jasper died, she had never been to the Clintons. They lost contact.

"I don't understand. Anyway, I don't think it's good to give your child to someone else. I also don't know your thoughts.” The man’s mind didn't seem as complicated as Janet's.

"If the child is with me, what can I give him? Staying in the Jones Family is the best way." With Arya and Jasper's relationship, she could not treat the child badly. Even if she could not compare him to her own child, it would not be too different.

Just like this, it was ten million times better than living with Janet.

"Do you believe that she must be good to your child?"

"Of course, or how can I give her my child. She's a very kind woman." She knew clearly the difference between kindness and resentment. She was not soft on the people who hurt her. She would also firmly remember the people who were good to her.

If she wasn't sure, Janet wouldn't have given Arya the child.

The man was silent. After a while, they walked into the neighborhood.

Jacob looked at Xavier secretly. He really didn't expect Janet to be so thoughtful, but when he thought of her family, he was relieved.

"Her family is not good. It's understandable that she wants her child to live in a good place.” Jacob said.

Xavier glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. Xavier turned around and got into the car. Jacob touched his nose and got into the car. Xavier didn't say a word the whole time.

Jacob couldn't see through his thoughts and didn't dare to say anything. He drove quietly to the Old Residence.

It was almost nine o'clock when Jacob arrived at his place back from the Old Residence.

When he got upstairs, he ordered takeout while opening the door and entering the house. As soon as the door opened, he heard the sound of TV playing in the room. He was stunned for a moment. Looking over, he saw Bridget sitting on the sofa watching TV.

There were dishes on the table.

He was used to being alone, forgetting that he was married now and that he had said he would come back for dinner.

He hung up the phone, changed his shoes, and walked in

Bridget turned off the TV and walked over. "Why do you come back so late?"

"I have something to do.” He took off his coat. "Have you eaten yet?"

Bridget walked into the dining room and answered, "You said you were coming back for dinner. I was waiting for you.”

Jacob was a little sorry. "I forgot.”

Bridget was not angry either. "If you don't come back in the future, just call me. I won't wait for you."

Jacob walked into the restaurant and said yes.

Bridget served the rice. "I'm not very good at cooking either. Make do with it."

Bridget put the bowl in front of Jacob and sat down opposite him.

When she went to pick up the food, she suddenly realized that the food was cold.

"I'll go heat it up." Bridget stood up.

Jacob held her back. "There's no need to heat up. The rice is hot anyway.”

Bridget sat back.

The food made by Bridget was really not very delicious, but he could eat it.

Bridget frowned and looked at Jacob with her chopsticks in her mouth. "Shall I go to the cooking class?"

Jacob looked up at her. "What? You want to be a chef?"

"Of course not.” Bridget scratched her hair. "Nanny May made meals at home. I haven't done much. Sometimes I help her in the kitchen, wash dishes and so on."

Bridget didn’t say anything, but Jacob knew the reasons.

"What did you do at home today?" Jacob changed the subject.

Bridget poked at the rice in the bowl with her chopsticks and thought for a while before saying, "I slept for a while, went to the supermarket, watched TV for a while, and then cooked and waited for you..." She paused and said, "You're right. I should learn something."

Otherwise, it would be too boring at home.

After dinner, Jacob went to take a shower and Bridget cleaned up the dishes.

When Jacob finished washing and putting on his clothes, Bridget had not finished cleaning.

Jacob sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. It was TV series that Bridget had just watched. Jacob looked into the kitchen and saw Bridget in the kitchen cleaning, he couldn't help but laugh.

When Bridget came out, she saw Jacob smiling. She glanced at the TV. It wasn't showing a comedy. Why was he laughing?

"TV show you watched is still on.” Jacob sat on the other side and made room for Bridget.

Bridget sat down on the sofa and muttered, "This is good.”

Jacob was wearing a home dress and leaned back on the sofa. He said faintly, "Don't you women like to watch these stupid TV dramas?"

Bridget glared at him. "You're the only one who is clever."

Jacob gave her an apple.

Bridget turned around without looking at him.

"Are you angry?" Jacob tilted his head to look at her.

Bridget didn't say anything.

"I'm stupid.” Jacob handed the apple to her.

"I ate two in the afternoon. I don't want to eat apples anymore." She ate an apple while watching TV, not even having lunch.

Jacob, ".."

"If you don't want to eat, you should have said it earlier. I thought you were angry." Jacob withdrew his hand and took a bite of the apple.

Bridget took off her slippers and nestled on the sofa, watching TV seriously.

Next to her, Jacob nibbled on the apple and watched stupid TV dramas with her.

The male protagonist affectionately called the female protagonist's name.

The female protagonist seemed to leave the male protagonist for some reason. Ignoring his call, she walked towards the airport. The male protagonist chased after her, pulled her over, and kissed her. The two of them hugged each other at the crowded airport and kissed passionately.

Bridget scratched her head. The atmosphere was a little strange.

Jacob's chewing on the apple slowed down.

It was really strange for the woman and man without love to watch a kissing scene.

Bridget felt uncomfortable and bent over to grab the remote control on the table, trying to change the channel. As a result, she slipped on her bare feet and fell down on Jacob's side.

Jacob had no time to dodge and watched Bridget fall on him.