Your Love Is My Weapon

How could this woman be so difficult to deal with?

"Women only pester men whom they are interested in!" Laura stood up and smiled at Caspar, "I'll tell the matchmaker that I'm very satisfied with you. You can go first if you are busy"

"To put it bluntly, what do you like about me?" Caspar felt that he was very depressed about his parents who were always suppressing him.

"I don't know. Does liking a person need a reason?" Laura picked up her bag and stood up, "I'll go first. Go and do your work."

As if thinking of something after walking two steps, a, she stopped and looked back at Caspar, "See you next time."

Then she walked out of the coffee shop.

Caspar was left in a daze.

Downstairs.

When Arya got home from shopping, it was almost four o'clock.

When she entered, she saw Xavier at home alone and asked, "Where are Ramona and Ryan?" Xavier came over and took the things from her hand, "I asked mom to take them to the old residence. No one is at home today."

He put the bag on the table, took Arya's coat off and hung it on the hanger, "Are you tired?"

Arya shook her head, "The driver helped me carry it."

She changed her slippers and walked in, bringing the things on the table to the kitchen. The kitchen was open and spacious. Xavier leaned against the refrigerator and asked, "Do you need my help?" Arya pushed him away, "Don't get in my way. Besides, what can you do?"

She took out the things from the bag and put things that should be icy into the refrigerator.

Well, Xavier, indeed, could do nothing but ask someone to help Arya.

He pulled out the chair in front of the dining table and sat down. He called Bridget and asked her to come over to help Arya. The servants at home had followed Daisy to the old residence to take care of the children.

There were no outsiders at home today, just the four of them.

Bridget was getting dressed. Jacob just called and waited for her downstairs.

As soon as she was about to leave, her cell phone in her pocket rang. It was Xavier who called her over.

"I'll go now. I'll be there soon.” Bridget closed the door and went downstairs.

Jacob parked the car at the entrance of the neighborhood. Bridget walked over, opened the door and got in the car.

They kept silent along the way.

At last, Jacob broke the ice. "What do you think Arya asked us over for?"

Bridget was quite light-hearted, "Just for a meal!”

Jacob glanced at her and smiled.

"Why are you smiling?"

Bridget looked at him warily. She didn't know why she felt that Jacob had bad intentions when she saw he smiled.

Jacob looked at her and curled his lips, "You won't tell your brother and sister-in-law that we sleep separately, will you?"

Jacob felt that this was about a man's dignity.

Regardless of whether they had feelings or not, sleeping in separate rooms meant that the man was impotent.

So he didn't allow anyone to know it.

Bridget looked at him like he was a fool.

It didn't deserve to be spread at all.

"Don’t worry, I won't say it!"

"That's good!"

What the hell?

Suddenly, Bridget leaned over and stared at Jacob, "What did you mean?"

"Nothing." Jacob pushed her away, "I am driving. Don't disturb me."

This time, he really didn't have any selfish intentions but he was just saving his face.

As he spoke, he drove the car to the villa. Jacob parked the car outside the yard and got out of the car.

Every time Bridget came here, she would sigh with emotion, "This is a good place.”

"Do you like it?" Jacob looked at her.

Bridget nodded, "Yes."

"Well, let's talk to your brother about building another one next to this one. How about that?" "Hey. It is a good idea. Let's build a smaller one. As there are not so many people, we don't need so many rooms. One master bedroom and three secondary bedrooms are enough. One for you, one for me, and the rest for the guests. Then you won't have to sleep on the sofa all the time."