Bridget did not look at Madam Clinton. Her vision even did not focus on anything.
She wanted to give up on Jasper, her love for him, and her feelings for him.
But when she heard Madam Clinton's words, she wavered a little. But soon she banished the thought of getting back with Jasper.
She could not be together with Jasper again.
Arya had asked her the same question.
She answered Arya, "If Jasper doesn't like me, it was meaningless to try it again. I had ever tried it, and I got hurt. I don't want to have that unrealistic expectation anymore. And I don't want to get hurt anymore."
"Jasper," shouted Madam Clinton. Jasper came over at noon and didn't see anyone in the ward. So he came out to look for Madam Clinton but saw her with Bridget.
He wanted to leave quietly, but Madam Clinton stopped him.
Jasper had no choice but to stop and turn around. Madam Clinton let go of Bridget's hand, stood up from the bench, walked towards her son, took his arm, and whispered, "Bridget is back. Apologize to her and get her back."
Jasper was helpless, "Mom, we're divorced."
'Why does she always think that I should be with Bridget?'
Arya and his mother also thought so. Didn't they know that "You can take a horse to the water but you cannot make him drink?"
"You two can be together again. Besides, she was once pregnant with your child, and you don't want to go on a blind date and get married now. How nice it would that you two are together again." Madam Clinton continued to persuade him to get Bridget back.
When Jasper and Bridget got married, everyone in W City knew. If he got married to someone else now, the city would know he got remarried.
Second marriage? How would that be better than remarriage to his first wife?
Bridget was a little away from them. Although she didn't hear what they were saying, she could guess a little from their expressions and got up to walk over.
When Madam Clinton saw Bridget coming over, she swallowed the rest of her words and gave Bridget a radiant smile.
Bridget stopped in front of them and looked at Jasper, "Can I have a word with you?"
"Yes. Yes." Madam Clinton hurriedly agreed. She patted Jasper for fear that he would talk nonsense and gave him a warning look.
Jasper pretended not to understand what Madam Clinton meant.
The old lady couldn't scold him in front of Bridget. She could only glare at Jasper.
Jasper sighed helplessly, "I see."
Only then did Madam Clinton smile. "Have a good chat. I'll leave first."
As she spoke, she quickly walked away and left space for them.
Bridget saw the interaction between Jasper and Madam Clinton. She felt helpless.
What could be more miserable than if you liked someone and that person didn't like you or even thought you were trouble and shunned you?
"Don't worry. I won't plague you," said Bridget.
She pretended to be fine and smiled. Having experienced the last thing, Bridget was reasonable.
"I never said that." Jasper looked at Bridget.
Ever since she set him up, they had never spoken this amicably.
Jasper was used to her nonsense. This was the first time she was so calm. All of a sudden, Jasper didn't get used to it.
"You didn't say that, but your actions reflect your heart. You wanted to leave when you saw me just now, right?" Bridget smiled nonchalantly, "I don't want a man who doesn't love me."
After Bridget finished speaking, she turned around and her tears rolled down her cheeks at the same time.
She would guard and love him as he did. But if he didn't like her, then she wouldn't be with him.
Her illusion that getting back with him again shattered as she saw his reaction. And she lost her courage.
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