Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 457

They were followed by Xavier. Xavier's footsteps were steady and he looked very sober.

The three women standing at the door were stunned. Then Demi and Bridget came back to their

senses. They held their husbands and asked in unison, "Why are you drinking so much?"

"We're happy." Jacob smiled and looked closer at Bridget. "Bridget... you're back?"

Jacob burped. Bridget wanted to throw him away. She frowned. "Shut up."

"I haven't had enough."

Bridget was speechless.

Edward was much quieter than Jacob. Demi held Edward up. "I'll help him back to the room first."

"Do you need help?" Arya asked.

"No, thank you." Demi took Edward to the elevator.

"Bridget, I want more wine. Drink with me." Jacob put his arm around Bridget and his chin on her

shoulder. His eyes were slightly narrowed, making him look unconscious.

"If you drink any more, you'll be a mess." Bridget was quite patient. If Jacob hadn't been drunk at this

moment, she wouldn't have been so patient.

Arya walked to Xavier. "You just watched them drink?"

"Then what can I do?" Xavier looked at her sideways.

Should he drink with them?

"Why don't you try to persuade them against drinking? I think they're pickled..."

"That's right," Bridget complained.

Xavier glanced at Bridget, ignored her, and hugged Arya. "Let's take a walk."

He didn't drink, but he smelled the smell of alcohol all day and listened to their true feelings.

Arya did not move, afraid that Bridget would not get Jacob back to the room. "Get Jacob back first."

"No need. If he doesn't come back, I'll just throw him out. He'll wake up when he freezes."

Arya didn't know what to say.

"By the way, here you are." Bridget handed the bag to Arya.

Arya didn't take the bag immediately. "What is this?"

Thinking of something, Bridget smiled. "A gift for you."

Arya always felt that Bridget's smile was very strange. She reached out and took it. Just as she was

about to open it, Bridget stopped her. "Open it after you go back to your room."

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Bridget supported Jacob upstairs. He was really drunk and unconscious. It was almost impossible for

an ordinary woman to get him back.

It was a tiring job even for Bridget. She threw him on the bed. "Why did you drink so much?"

Jacob had a headache and felt nauseous all over. He turned over and lay on the bed.

Bridget was angry, but she couldn't ignore him so she called for a cup of honey water.

At this moment, Jacob was rolling around on the bed, muttering, "I feel bad."

Bridget stood by the bed and watched him roll on the bed. "Because you drank too much."

Jacob turned his head, his face half-buried in the quilt, and narrowed his eyes. "I'm your husband...

Don't you care about me?"

Bridget remained silent.

She called for a cup of honey water for him because she cared about him.

Jacob rolled over and lay sprawled on the bed, squinting at the ceiling. "Because of you..."

At this moment, the door was knocked on. Bridget walked over to open the door. It was the waiter who

brought the honey water. Bridget took it over from his hand and closed the door.

"Jacob, get up."

Jacob didn't respond. He just moved around on the bed and tore at his clothes. "I'm uncomfortable."

The shirt on his body was too tight, and it was smelly.

Bridget put down the honey water and looked at him. "What do you want?"

"Help me take off my clothes."