Your Love Is My Weapon

Over Jacob's shoulder, he saw a woman dancing in the yard.

Well, Xavier had never seen that either.

He didn't even know she could dance.

Although she took the initiative to be together for the first time, in fact, she had always been the passive side. Xavier never thought that she would dance such a passionate dance.

His heart was pounding and was about to burst out of his chest.

After Arya finished dancing, Bridget held her hand and said, "Sister-in-law, teach me. If I knew you could, I wouldn't have paid any money to study in the dance room. Besides, I had wasted money. I wouldn't have danced as well as you."

Arya looked her up and down and asked, "Why do you suddenly want to learn dancing?"

"It's so boring at home."

"But there are a lot of other options, aren't there? Why..." said Arya.

"Oh, how can there be so many reasons?" Bridget interrupted Arya randomly and said. She just wanted to be more like a woman.

In the army, she was like a tomboy. How could she be as feminine as Arya? Did she seem to be making a mistake?

What did it mean when a woman wanted to change from herself?

Arya smiled but did not say a word.

Just now when he saw Arya dancing, it was not quite good for Jacob to go out. He turned around and wanted to enter the house. He saw Xavier standing behind him.

He was stunned, then guilty, and quickly explained, "I didn't mean to look. I'm here for Bridget..." Xavier didn't listen to him. He put his coat on his arm and turned to walk towards the room. Suddenly, he stopped and turned around.

Jacob froze. Was he going to end it now?

However, he did not. His eyes were wide open, and his appearance was less inhumane. His eyes were raised, and his black eyes were even a little smug and boastful. His mood was quite great, and the corners of his lips were curved. He said, "Your Bridget cannot.”

But his Arya could.

Jacob was speechless for a long time. Was he showing off?

Definitely!

In front of him, who was his subordinate and his brother-in-law, was he proud that his wife could dance?

Crazy? His reserve was missing?

"Jacob." Bridget saw him standing at the door and ran over. "When did you come here?"

Jacob's lips twitched slightly, still depressed by Xavier's words just now.

He looked at Bridget with a serious expression ever. "Bridget, you must study hard."

When Bridget learned, he could also say proudly "so could my Bridget".

Bridget looked confused. "Jacob, what are you talking about?"

"Aren't you learning to dance? Study hard.”

"How do you know I'm learning to dance?" said Bridget and she blinked.

Jacob coughed lightly, turned his eyes and said, "Anyway, I just know that you must study hard." Jacob said again the word "study hard”, and he emphasized it. It was obvious that he really wanted Bridget to learn it.

I didn't want to lose too badly.

Bridget couldn't figure it out at all but nodded without a doubt.

After dinner, Bridget and Jacob went back.

From that day on when Arya mentioned Max, Xavier didn't talk to her much these two days. Arya didn't want to have a cold war with him, or just be in a sulk. Instead, she wanted to have a nice talk with him.

After helping Nanny Joy coax Max and Ramona to sleep, she went back to her room.

Xavier was about to take a shower when Arya stopped him.

"I have something to tell you," said Arya.

"Wait, I'll take a shower first." He said without a stop.

But Arya didn't want to wait any longer.

"I want to talk to you now.”

Xavier closed the cabinet and walked over, standing a few steps away from her.

Arya pursed her lips. "Do you care so much about Jasper's child?"

Xavier looked at her quietly. She was still dancing in his mind today.

It was really hard for him to stand in front of her with such a calm look.

Arya felt a little helpless. She sat by the bed and thought for a long time. She said, "I've promised Janet. I can't go back on my word. If you still don't want to..."

"What will you do?" said Xavier while he walked over, step by step.

He thought he was very calm, but he said, "Divorce me? Or take the child out to live? I just have to accept it anyway?"

"That's not what I meant..." said Arya as she lowered her head. She didn't want to make a scene with Xavier because of this.

She really wanted to get along well with him.

Xavier lifted her chin and forced her to look up at him. There was a thin layer of moisture that covered her eyes out of thin air. Her voice was very low and a little hoarse. She said, "Can you stop messing with me?"

A slight heat rushed towards her. It was Xavier's breath. He stared into her eyes and tried his best to endure. He said, "You're messing with me. Shall we stop?”

"You agreed?"

Xavier really had no temper at all. "If you take him with you, I won't object. But at least you have to let the Clintons know."

Arya was stunned and looked at Xavier in confusion. How could the Clintons not know?

This was Jaspers child.

Xavier touched her hair with love and helplessness. Why was she so stupid?

He explained, "If the Clintons know that, will they give you the child?"

Arya frowned and asked, "Why didn't Janet tell the Clintons and send the child over?"

At this moment, Xavier didn't want to talk to her about this and came over slightly.

"You know..."

Just as she was about to ask the reason, Xavier pressed his thumb against her mouth.

"How much did you hide from me, huh?" said Xavier.

Arya's mind was blank, unable to understand what he meant by that.

"You were born to be a goblin. You came here to confuse me."