Xavier said nothing.
Daisy was about to speak when she realized something wrong. It was obvious that Arya did it on purpose. She bit back the words she was about to say and left the table with Ryan after eating.
Xavier looked at the bowl of rice, his eyelids twitching.
"Arya..."
"Do you despise me?"
"Okay." Xavier reached out to get the bowl of rice. "It's no big deal. Have a thorough shower at night..."
Arya took the bowl over and glanced at the living room, afraid that Daisy and Nanny Joy would hear them.
Ryan sat on the floor playing with blocks. Daisy held Ramona and sat opposite him, talking to him. They didn't pay attention to Arya and Xavier.
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did Bridget say to you yesterday? Did she fall out with Jacob?" Xavier asked.
He trusted Jacob, but he was worried about their relationship.
Arya shook her head. She said after a moment of thought, "No, it's Jacob..."
What did Bridget say?
Jacob kissed her?
"Oh?" Xavier raised his eyebrows, waiting for her answer.
Arya straightened her expression and looked at Xavier with a serious look. "Let's invite them for dinner tonight."
Arya had felt that Jacob had feelings for Bridget, but neither of them made it clear. Or maybe they were not sure about their feelings.
She thought about taking the chance to figure it out.
Xavier nodded. "You're the boss."
Arya smiled. After getting Xavier's permission, she went upstairs to get her phone and called Bridget.
At this moment, in Jacob's family.
Jacob and Bridget sat opposite each other at the table.
Because of the hangover all night, Bridget had not recovered from the headache. What bothered her most was who put on the clothes for her.
And her clothes changed from the inside out.
She grabbed the corner of her clothes tightly, and asked, "Did you change my clothes for me last night?"
Jacob stared at her for a few seconds and chuckled, "There's a third person in our family? Or does our dog know how to do it?"
Bridget was angered at his words.
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