"Bridget, could you listen to me?" Jacob emphasized. Why did she keep interrupting him?
Bridget calmed down and looked at him patiently. "OK."
Bridget was suddenly so quiet, but Jacob couldn't speak.
For one thing, he didn't know where to start. For another, he was afraid that Bridget would refuse.
He admitted that he was a little timid.
"Well, shall I sleep in the bed at night?" Could he be more tactful?
"Okay, I'll sleep on the sofa." Bridget hesitated for a second.
Jacob pouted. "Forget it. I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Go home." Jacob pulled Bridget into the car.
Bridget lowered her eyes. "I was sorry just now."
It was her willfulness.
Jacob glanced at her. "There's something wrong with me, too. We should not be angry with each other anymore, okay?"
Bridget nodded. "Well, I won't be as impulsive as I am today in the future. I promise, if you have someone you like, just tell me. I won't interfere."
What a waste of time, right?
Jacob's face was slightly cold and he said word by word, "Okay."
Bridget didn't say anything more, and Jacob didn't say anything. There was a very depressing atmosphere in the car all the way.
When she got home, Bridget locked herself in the room.
Jacob stared at the medicine for back pain on the table. He was gloomy, conflicted, and helpless.
Jacob scratched his hair in annoyance, took the medicine, and knocked on Bridget's door.
Bridget wasn't any better. Why was she so impulsive? Even if it was Jacob in the car, she had no reason to be angry.
Although they were a married couple, they didn't get married because of love.
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