Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 425

Bridget's head hit Jacob's chin. It hurt so much that Jacob frowned in pain. He said, "Are you okay?"

Bridget covered her forehead, looked up at him, and asked, "Why didn't you dodge me?"

"Can I make it in time if you fall on me so suddenly?" He said angrily. Besides, his chin also hurt.

Bridget blinked and leaned forward to stare at his face, saying, "Do you think I did it on purpose?"

Jacob said calmly, "I didn't say that."

"So what did you mean?" Bridget laughed helplessly.

Jacob took another bite of the apple and chewed it. After a long time, he said, "If you want to kiss me, just say it. I'm not that stingy."

"Jacob!" Bridget stood barefoot on the ground, looking down at him and roaring in a low voice, "I slipped and didn't want to kiss you!"

Jacob sat down and continued to watch TV, saying, "OK, why are you angry?"

Bridget was pissed off and said, "I don't like you!"

Then she walked towards the room.

Jacob looked back at her and saw how angry she was with the corners of his mouth turned up.

Bridget lay on the bed in a zigzag shape, occupying the whole bed by herself. She stared at the ceiling and recalled the scene just now. Though it looked like she did it on purpose, in fact, she really didn't mean it. She really slipped.

What would Jacob think of her?

"Ah!"

Bridget covered her head and was extremely agitated.

She was so angry that her feet kept kicking on the bed.

She swore that she would never watch TV with Jacob in the future. Never!

Knock, knock.

Bridget lifted the quilt and stared in the direction of the bedroom door, calling, "Who is it?"

"It's me. How can I sleep if you don't give me a quilt?" Jacob stood at the door of the bedroom and said.

Bridget got up and picked up the quilt for him from the cabinet. She walked to the door and handed it to him. Jacob glanced at the room and saw the bed was messy. Bridget turned around at the bed she had just slept in. She looked embarrassed but soon pretended to be calm. "What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone who doesn't sleep well?"

Jacob said with a smile, "I thought you were grabbing the quilt in the room alone."

Then he carried the quilt and left.

Bridget was speechless.

It took Bridget a long time to understand what he meant.

Who was he talking about?

Who grabbed the quilt?

Bridget gritted her teeth and slammed the door shut.

Jacob stopped in his tracks and smiled slightly. But when he saw the sofa, he frowned again. It was time to change to a bigger apartment. At least he had to sleep in a bedroom.

In the past, he lived alone. This apartment was big enough as it was a waste of time to clean it up. Now that Bridget also lived here, there were not enough rooms.

Bridget was so angry that she didn't fall asleep for a long time. When she woke up in the morning, it was already eight o'clock.

She quietly walked out. There was no one in the living room. The quilt was just thrown on the sofa. She looked around and saw his loungewear, thinking that he should have left.

Bridget was about to go back to her room when she saw breakfast on the table. Bridget walked over and saw a note on the table. It wrote, "Thank you for dinner last night. In return, I ordered breakfast for you."

Jacob didn't know how to cook, nor did he have time to cook.

Bridget looked at the note and smiled. She sat in the chair and opened the box. It was still hot.

After breakfast, she packed up the food box and cleaned the house. Thinking of what she heard on a variety show, she took her bag and went out.

Where Jacob lived was very convenient. It was easy to get into the car. She stood by the roadside not long after stopping a taxi. After getting into the taxi, she began to look for a place to learn dancing on her phone.

Why did she choose to dance?

That sentence was from a female guest on a variety show. She said that there were three ways a woman could improve her charm and self-cultivation, reading, drawing, and dancing.

Reading and drawing were for internal cultivation. Dancing was for physique and temperament cultivation.

In the past, she didn't like to read, nor did she have much interest in drawing. Maybe she used to train and exercise in the army, so she chose to dance, which she thought she could learn well.

After finding a dance school with good ratings and reputation, she told the driver the address.

Soon she arrived there. Bridget paid and got out of the car. A receptionist came to receive her.

"Do you or does your child want to learn dancing?"

Bridget glanced at the receptionist and said, "I don't have children."

The waiter was not embarrassed and continued explaining, "Because we have a lot of parents here to consult for their children. I thought you are also a parent. I'm so sorry."

Bridget waved her hand and said, "It's okay. I just want to know what kind of dance you teach here."

She really didn't know anything about this.

The receptionist called the dance instructor here to introduce her. She said, "We have folk dance, jazz, Latin, and ballet."

The dance instructor seized Bridget up and said, "Both jazz and Latin are more suitable for you."

Ballet dancers should receive training from childhood. Folk dancers should also practice basic skills from childhood. Only jazz and Latin could be learned at any age.

Bridget asked, "Could it improve my temperament?"

"What about Latin? Ballet can also make people more elegant. But your age isn't suitable for it."

Bridget nodded and asked, "Can I see your dance studio?"

"OK." The dance instructor took her upstairs. It was a big place with many rooms. Each classroom was independent and soundproof. The instructor took her to a Latin training class for adults.