Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 452

It was in December. They had clearly felt the cold current. According to the weather forecast, there

would be heavy snow in the middle of this month.

They set off early to catch the flight.

Ever since Arya said she wanted to go out to play that day, Bridget had gathered a lot of information

about traveling. And Bridget was the one who chose the place.

Actually, that place was quite romantic.

It was already afternoon when the plane landed at the airport.

After getting off the plane, they were picked up and taken to the hotel by the guide.

With a night of rest, they could recover their strength. The next day, they could enjoy themselves.

Everything was fine. It was only during the break that Bridget realized the problem.

There was only one bed and no sofa in the reserved room.

"Should we rent another room?" Bridget stood beside the bed, very distressed.

Jacob looked at her. "Arya and Xavier live on our floor. If we rent another room, they will know we don't

sleep together."

"Then what should we do?" Bridget lifted the quilt. Everything was good here. The environment,

facilities, and decoration style were very comfortable. The only regret was that there was only one bed,

and it was round. A chandelier with pink light on top of it made the whole room very romantic.

This room was especially suitable for couples.

Jacob unbuttoned his clothes. "We used to share a bed. Just do it as before."

After that, he went to the bathroom without hearing Bridget's opinion.

It took hours on the plane. Now he needed a bath to relax.

Bridget suddenly ran forward and blocked his way. "I'll take a shower first."

Jacob looked at her and thought for a moment. "You can take a shower first, but..."

"But what?" Bridget retreated a little.

She looked at him warily.

Jacob chuckled. "I'm not a wolf. Why are you so vigilant?" This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Bridget sneered. "You are not a good person anyway."

Jacob was speechless.

Why wasn't he a good person?

"You have to be clear about this. Why am I not a good person? I never hit you, scold you, or force you

to do what you don't like." Jacob questioned word by word.

"Jacob, you are not a gentleman." Bridget raised her chin.

Jacob was speechless again.

Why did she say this now?

Could she...

"Bridget..."

"If you were a gentleman, you would let me use the bathroom first."

Jacob didn't know how to reply.

Jacob had the urge to hit the wall. Why was it all his fault?

This woman was unreasonable.

Jacob pressed his brows hard. "Okay, you first."

"That's more like it." Bridget smiled and went to open the suitcase to look for clothes. She then happily

went into the bathroom with her clothes in her hand.

Soon, there was a sound of water in the bathroom. The bathroom was separated by frosted glass.

There was no sign of the inside, but a shadow could be seen.

Jacob was a normal man. He thought about her and got hot.

He poured a glass of cold water into the bottle and drank it. Although it eased his emotion, he still

thought about Bridget who was taking a shower.

So, he put down the cup, picked up his coat, put it on and went out.

He had to calm down outside.

Winter had reached this country. It was very cold. Jacob gathered his clothes and sat on the flower pool

outside the hotel.

There was hardly anyone outside at this time. Even if someone was not in the room, he/she would stay

in the hotel's teahouse. No one would be outside. It was too cold.

Jacob sat there alone.

Jacob didn't stand up until he calmed down completely. He came back to the room. In the room, Bridget

had already washed up and even fallen asleep on the bed.

Jacob closed the door, took off her coat, and threw it on the chair. He walked over and bent over to look

at Bridget. She slept soundly and did not know that someone was looking at her.

"You are so lazy and heartless." Jacob curled his lips, feeling depressed. "Do you know how long I've

struggled in my heart?"

Bridget frowned. Why did she always feel that someone was looking at her and speaking ill of her?

She turned over and tried to stay away from the noise that disturbed her sleep.

Jacob straightened up, took off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Late at night, the cold wind was bleak and the low atmosphere seemed to be about to usher in heavy

snow.

Jacob took a bath and lay on the bed. He turned to look at the sleeping Bridget and put his arms

around her waist gently. He thought to himself when she would find out how good he was.

When would she throw herself into his arms?

It seemed impossible.

After a while, Jacob fell asleep.

Early in the morning.

Bridget opened her eyes and saw a face right in front of her.

For a moment, her mind went blank.

After a while, she finally figured out what was going on. But she didn't know why he was holding her.

And her hand was still on him.

Bridget quickly withdrew her hand.

Jacob didn't seem to wake up. She quietly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. She must have fallen

asleep last night before she hugged him.

She had to get up before Jacob woke up, or it would be awkward.

It was almost six o'clock, but it looked bright outside. Bridget walked over and drew the curtains. It was

snowing outside, and she saw the ground covered by a curtain of white snowflakes.

"Wow, it's snowing!" Bridget opened the window and the cold wind blew in.

The strong cold wind made her shudder and she quickly closed the window.

Looking back, she saw Jacob sitting on the bed. Bridget was stunned and stiffened for a few seconds.

"You... You're awake?"

She was inexplicably nervous. But she didn't know what she was nervous about.

Maybe it was because she slept in Jacob's arms and put her hand on him.

"Yes." Jacob looked through the window at the ground outside and breathed a sigh of relief. "Get

changed. It's time to get up."

"Okay." Bridget ran to the bathroom with her clothes in her arms.

Jacob frowned and then smiled.

The two of them changed and went out to Xavier and Arya's room together.

No one opened the door.

"Why don't they open the door?" Bridget knocked on the door a few more times.

"They may be sleeping..."

"What are you doing?" Before Jacob could finish his sentence, he saw Arya and Xavier standing in the

corridor looking at them.

"You guys have got up?" Bridget ran to them.

"Let's have breakfast and then go to the ski resort," Arya said.

Bridget took her arm. "Okay, I saw the snow when I woke up. So I'm in a good mood now."

Arya turned to look at her. "Did you sleep well last night?"

Bridget's expression froze for two seconds before she smiled, "Not bad."

They went down to the restaurant on the second floor.

Bridget didn't pay attention to the front. As she walked towards the restaurant, she bumped into the

person in front of her...

Jacob wanted to pull her, but he failed.

Bridget looked up and a strange and beautiful girl's face fell into her sight.

She felt a little familiar.

Suddenly, Bridget remembered where she had seen her before.