Your Love Is My Weapon

The post lamp nearby emitted a little misty white light which reflected a hazy mist. Through this mist, the light was cast into the sea not far away and made into ripples.

There was a slight wind and the scent of the sea.

On the white table, there were all kinds of seafood and beer.

Bridget opened two bottles with an opener and put one in front of Arya. "Will my brother be angry if you drink?"

"I don't care if he is angry or not. Don't I have a little freedom?"

Bridget chuckled and began to gossip. "Did my brother treat you very strictly?”

Arya's expression turned serious.

No. He was plaguing her every day.

But she wouldn't tell Bridget. Instead, she deliberately changed the subject. "What happened to you and Jacob? Why would you run out in the middle of the night?"

Bridget had the feeling of making herself trouble. She wanted to inquire about Arya's stuff. Bridget shelled a prawn and put it in her mouth. She also took a sip of beer. With a mixture of beer and prawn in her mouth, she mumbled, "Arya, do you want to taste it? It tastes good."

Arya stared at her and felt amused for no reason.

Then Arya and Bridget drank some beers. There were several empty bottles on the table. Bridget's face was flushed and she lay beside Arya's ear. Just as she was about to speak, she burped. Arya tilted her head away from Bridget. Bridget smiled drunkenly. "Arya."

"What?"

Arya pressed her elbow against the table, grabbed a shrimp, and stuffed the meat into her mouth. Bridget chewed. "Arya, Jacob kissed me."

Arya's cheeks were pink because of the alcohol.

She turned to look at Bridget and couldn't help but smile. "Isn't this a good thing?"

Since Jacob and Xavier got along well with each other, Jacob would never say anything about divorce to Xavier's sister, Bridget.

Was Jacob himself really into Bridget?

"What about you?" Arya looked at her and asked.

Bridget took another sip of wine. "I don't know. It's just awkward. I don't know how to get along with him."

Arya smiled.

"What are you laughing at?"

As she spoke, Bridget touched her face. "Is there anything dirty?"

"No."

"But your expression says yes."

"Really?"

RYest:

Bridget pestered Arya.

Their voices were diluted by the sound of the waves, and the sea was sparkling

A roadside.

Xavier leaned against the car and stared at the person in front of him, with his face flickering under the street lamp.

"Why did you let her out in the middle of the night?"

"And why is Arya with her? Why did they turn off their phone?"

Xavier couldn't get through to them!

"Will they book a room and sleep in the hotel?" After all, it was so late.

Xavier licked his dry lips. "Let's go find them.”

Jacob understood. Just as he took out his phone and was about to make a call, a call came in. When he saw that the number was Bridget's number, he quickly picked it up. "Where are you?"

"It's me.” That was Arya speaking.

Jacob looked up at Xavier and asked again, "Where are both of you?"

Arya told him the place. She was drunk. She really couldn't drive, so she had to call Jacob for help. "Wait for us. I'll be there soon."

Hanging up the phone, Jacob said, "They're at the South Bay Road.”

Xavier turned around and got into the car with a gloomy face.

Jacob followed behind in his own car. There were no cars on the road at night, and the wide road was empty. Xavier drove fast, and soon they reached the South Bay Road.

At this time, those who ate night snacks already left. The whole stall was filled with the smell of greasy food and alcohol. Xavier frowned deeply and walked through the dirty ground between the table and the table. He saw Arya and Bridget on the inside of the stall.

Bridget was so drunk that she lay unconscious on the table. Arya was no better. She held her head and rubbed her forehead hard. It seemed that she was uncomfortable.

Xavier walked over quickly.