It was in December. They had clearly felt the cold current. According to the weather forecast, there would be heavy snow in the middle of this month.
They set off early to catch the flight.
Ever since Arya said she wanted to go out to play that day, Bridget had gathered a lot of information about traveling. And Bridget was the one who chose the place.
Actually, that place was quite romantic.
It was already afternoon when the plane landed at the airport.
After getting off the plane, they were picked up and taken to the hotel by the guide.
With a night of rest, they could recover their strength. The next day, they could enjoy themselves.
Everything was fine. It was only during the break that Bridget realized the problem.
There was only one bed and no sofa in the reserved room.
"Should we rent another room?" Bridget stood beside the bed, very distressed.
Jacob looked at her. "Arya and Xavier live on our floor. If we rent another room, they will know we don't sleep together."
"Then what should we do?" Bridget lifted the quilt. Everything was good here. The environment, facilities, and decoration style were very comfortable. The only regret was that there was only one bed, and it was round. A chandelier with pink light on top of it made the whole room very romantic.
This room was especially suitable for couples.
Jacob unbuttoned his clothes. "We used to share a bed. Just do it as before."
After that, he went to the bathroom without hearing Bridget's opinion.
It took hours on the plane. Now he needed a bath to relax.
Bridget suddenly ran forward and blocked his way. "I'll take a shower first."
Jacob looked at her and thought for a moment. "You can take a shower first, but..."
"But what?" Bridget retreated a little.
She looked at him warily.
Jacob chuckled. "I'm not a wolf. Why are you so vigilant?"
Bridget sneered. "You are not a good person anyway."
Jacob was speechless.
Why wasn't he a good person?
"You have to be clear about this. Why am I not a good person? I never hit you, scold you, or force you to do what you don't like." Jacob questioned word by word.
"Jacob, you are not a gentleman." Bridget raised her chin.
Jacob was speechless again.
Why did she say this now?
Could she...
"Bridget..."
"If you were a gentleman, you would let me use the bathroom first."
Jacob didn't know how to reply.
Jacob had the urge to hit the wall. Why was it all his fault?
This woman was unreasonable.
Jacob pressed his brows hard. "Okay, you first."
"That's more like it." Bridget smiled and went to open the suitcase to look for clothes. She then happily went into the bathroom with her clothes in her hand.
Soon, there was a sound of water in the bathroom. The bathroom was separated by frosted glass. There was no sign of the inside, but a shadow could be seen.
Jacob was a normal man. He thought about her and got hot.
He poured a glass of cold water into the bottle and drank it. Although it eased his emotion, he still thought about Bridget who was taking a shower.
So, he put down the cup, picked up his coat, put it on and went out.
He had to calm down outside.
Winter had reached this country. It was very cold. Jacob gathered his clothes and sat on the flower pool outside the hotel.
There was hardly anyone outside at this time. Even if someone was not in the room, he/she would stay in the hotel's teahouse. No one would be outside. It was too cold.
Jacob sat there alone.
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