The post lamp nearby emitted a little misty white light which reflected a hazy mist. Through this mist, the light was cast into the sea not far away and made into ripples.
There was a slight wind and the scent of the sea.
On the white table, there were all kinds of seafood and beer.
Bridget opened two bottles with an opener and put one in front of Arya. "Will my brother be angry if you drink?"
"I don't care if he is angry or not. Don't I have a little freedom?"
Bridget chuckled and began to gossip. "Did my brother treat you very strictly?"
Arya's expression turned serious.
No. He was plaguing her every day.
But she wouldn't tell Bridget. Instead, she deliberately changed the subject. "What happened to you and Jacob? Why would you run out in the middle of the night?"
Bridget had the feeling of making herself trouble. She wanted to inquire about Arya's stuff.
Bridget shelled a prawn and put it in her mouth. She also took a sip of beer. With a mixture of beer and prawn in her mouth, she mumbled, "Arya, do you want to taste it? It tastes good."
Arya stared at her and felt amused for no reason.
Then Arya and Bridget drank some beers. There were several empty bottles on the table. Bridget's face was flushed and she lay beside Arya's ear. Just as she was about to speak, she burped. Arya tilted her head away from Bridget. Bridget smiled drunkenly. "Arya."
"What?"
Arya pressed her elbow against the table, grabbed a shrimp, and stuffed the meat into her mouth.
Bridget chewed. "Arya, Jacob kissed me."
Arya's cheeks were pink because of the alcohol.
She turned to look at Bridget and couldn't help but smile. "Isn't this a good thing?"
Since Jacob and Xavier got along well with each other, Jacob would never say anything about divorce to Xavier's sister, Bridget.
Was Jacob himself really into Bridget?
"What about you?" Arya looked at her and asked.
Bridget took another sip of wine. "I don't know. It's just awkward. I don't know how to get along with him."
Arya smiled.
"What are you laughing at?"
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