For some reason, Bridget felt inexplicably guilty because of his words, and somehow did not dare to look at him. She pretended to be sleepy and did not say anything.
Jacob turned to look at her. It was obvious that she didn't want to speak. So he didn't say anything more.
Soon, the car stopped at a hotpot restaurant.
Jacob came down and wanted to open the door for Bridget, but Bridget came down herself.
The two of them walked in together. There were a lot of people in the restaurant. A waiter came up to receive them. "How many of you?"
Jacob glanced at him and said. "Two."
The waiter made a gesture and said, "Please follow me."
The waiter took them to a table for two and handed them the menu.
Jacob gave the menu to Bridget. "Order whatever you want."
Bridget glanced at him. "Of course, I will."
Jacob smiled. "Okay, please."
Bridget didn't bother to be restrained. She ordered a lot of dishes for the two of them, just like a willful little girl who had not grown up, and wanted to act against him.
Jacob leaned back in his chair and looked at her.
In the past, Jacob thought that Bridget was good-looking, but she had a bad temper. He thought that although she had been trained in the army. After all, she had grown up in an affluent family, and she was somewhat delicate. Now it seemed that she was not delicate, but childish.
Thinking about it, Jacob couldn't help but smile again.
Bridget was carrying a piece of snow beef into her mouth when she looked up and saw Jacob looking at her and smiling.
She thought he was laughing at her table manners.
She felt upset. Then she swallowed the meat and waved at the waiter. "I want more dishes here.
The corner of Jacob's mouth twitched. "You want more? You can hardly finish what you've ordered. Stop ordering, or they'll be wasted."
Bridget ignored him and called the waiter over. She said deliberately loud. "Give me a kidney of pig, a kidney of cow and a kidney of sheep."
Jacob was speechless.
The waiter was speechless, too.
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