She thought a lot last night. Now she had realized Mr. Jones's words made sense and agreed to his idea.
All in all, Jacob was a good match for Bridget.
Arya sat back on the sofa quietly.
Jacob quickly stood up. He was slightly injured, so he refused. "Don't bother her. I'm okay."
Daisy glanced at his hand. "You're bleeding."
As soon as she finished speaking, she called out to Bridget's room, "Bridget, come out."
Hearing the sound, Bridget came out of the room and her eyes glittered when she saw Jacob. Soon, she regained her composure and walked towards Daisy casually. "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Where's the medical kit? Go get it. Jacob's hand is injured. I think you'd better clean it up for him."
Bridget bit her lips and went to the TV cabinet in the living room to take out the medicine kit.
Jacob didn't dare to ask Bridget to help him. He quickly waved his hand. "Please just leave it here. I'll do it myself. Thank you."
In fact, he didn't shed much blood. Most of the blood on his hand belonged to Rufus.
He was too aggressive at that time. His hands were slightly injured when he hit Rufus on his cheekbones and his teeth.
In fact, it didn't matter. It was just that the blood made his hands look terrible.
Bridget sat across from him, took out the disinfectant, and said faintly, "Let me clean it up for you. You're injured, you can't do it yourself."
Jacob felt strange somehow.
It was just weird.
Bridget held Jacob's hand with one hand, and held sterilized cotton with the other. She was about to wipe the blood off the back of his hand when Jacob suddenly withdrew his hand.
Jacob clearly knew who he was, so he didn't dare to dream of becoming Bridget's boyfriend.
He kept his injured hand raised to avoid touching Bridget's hand.
Bridget looked up at him.
Jacob felt awkward. If he had known, he wouldn't have come in.
"Are you afraid of me?" Bridget stared at him.
Jacob smiled, "No."
Bridget knew his real thought, but she didn't expose him.
The dried blood on his hand was cleaned up. Then Bridget saw the wound on the knuckle on the back of his hand.
"How did you get hurt?" Bridget looked him up and down, finding his clothes were neat and his face was not hurt.
Arya and Jacob didn't tell the Jones Family about what had happened on the plane, but just told them that it was an accident.
So Jacob didn't mention Rufus.
"By... By accident." Jacob did not come up with a reasonable explanation.
Bridget lowered her head and put the band-aid on the wound. "It seems that you get hurt because of a fight."
As she spoke, Bridget looked up at Jacob.
"Emm... I... I met a thief today and argued with him... Then my hand got hurt." Jacob's head was sweating, and it took him a long time to come up with an explanation.
Bridget put away the medicine box and put it back where it was.
Jacob took the opportunity to approach Arya and whispered, "I think I'd better go back."
He was afraid that he would say something wrong here.
Before Arya could speak, Nanny Joy came out and said that the meal was ready. "Come to the dining room."
Arya looked at Jacob. "Let's eat first."
Even if he wanted to leave, he should fill his stomach first.
Jacob walked into the dining room nervously.
Arya had no appetite. After a few mouthfuls of soup, she put down her chopsticks.
Jacob lowered his head, not in the mood of enjoying the food.
"It's been two months..."
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