Your Love Is My Weapon

Chapter 201

Edward was drunk again, unconscious.

Arya and Nanny Joy struggled to carry him to the guest room.

Nanny Joy frowned. "Why are you young people always get drunk?"

Arya covered the quilt for him and said to Nanny Joy, "Let's go out."

Nanny Joy nodded. Arya poured him a glass of water and said, "Your throat won't be comfortable.

Have some water before you sleep."

When Edward was drunk, he would just sleep and wouldn't throw up or make a scene.

Xavier came back very late. There were many guests at the wedding, and they were all dignitaries.

Naturally, he had to attend to these guests.

Xavier also had some wine, but he wasn't drunk.

However, he seemed to have drunk a lot. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his voice low and

hoarse. "Give me a glass of water."

Arya handed over a glass of warm water. Xavier didn't take it but lay still.

Arya had no choice but to put the cup on the table first, to help him, let him lean on her, take the cup,

and put it on his lips.

He opened his eyes, drank the water in one breath. After that, he took off the glass in her hand and

hugged her. "Lay down with me."

She lay down and nestled in his arms.

He stroked her long hair. The reason why he drank too much was that he felt bad. This was his woman,

but he couldn't introduce her to others.

She was always quiet and rational, which made him heartache.

She held him tighter and looked at him. "I'm Mr. Jones' wife."

He opened his eyes abruptly, which were shining brightly. Her words seemed to cheer him up much.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "You are Mrs. Jones. No one can change it."

The night was getting late.

In Clinton's residence, it was Jasper and Bridget's wedding night, but things went wrong.

When his parents fell asleep, Jasper left his room.

Bridget stopped him, looked at him, and asked, "It's our wedding night. Where are you going?"

Jasper's voice was cold. "I won't sleep on the same bed with you. I'll sleep in the study."

As he was about to leave, she came up to stop him. "You can't do this to me. We just got married. If

you don't live with me, what would others think of me?"

He sneered and stared at her with disdain. "You know best why we would have sex. I'm doing this for

you because of your father. It's best for you not to provoke me. It's not good for either of us if I tell

everyone the truth!"

She was shocked. 'He... He knew?'

He looked at her stunned expression and his tone became more sarcastic. He pinched her chin.

"Bridget, you are as vicious as your brother. You really disgust me!"

He didn't forget how Xavier framed him and forced Arya to beg him.

Now Bridget used such a dirty trick to keep him away from Arya.

He hated their guts.

Bridget's eyes widened, tears rolling in her eyes. "I really like you."

"I don't need your like." The one he loved was always Arya.

Bridget was nothing to him!

He shook her off forcefully. "Since we're married, just behave yourself and don't do anything I hate!"

Then he opened the door.

She stepped forward and grabbed him. "Are you still thinking about Arya?"

The next second, she yelled, "Don't forget, she's married to my brother. Maybe she's having sex with

my brother at this time..."

His eyes were bloodshot, and he slapped her hard. He grabbed her collar angrily and shouted, "Do you

think she was willing to marry him? She was forced! You like doing dirty things with money and power.

Your brother and you!"

Her head was buzzing, and her right face was burning with pain. Tears streamed down her face, "You...

You slapped me?"

He let go of her. "Yes. If you dare to insult her in front of me, I will slap you again. Remember, if you say

it once, I will slap you once!"

He said with resolution!

She stood there trembling, looking at his merciless back and shouting, "What's so good about that Arya

that makes you love her so much?"

He paused slightly. That was the question he wanted to know. 'What is so good about her? Why

couldn't I forget her?!'

In the morning, Jasper got up very early, letting others feel that he was sleeping with Bridget.

After what happened to him last time, his parents worried about him a lot. Since he married the

daughter of the Jones Family, they were very satisfied.

He didn't want them to know that he and Bridget were not on good terms. In case they would be

worried again.

Bridget didn't come out. Her face was swollen. She didn't want anyone to see it.

Madam Clinton prepared the breakfast and called them to eat. When she saw Jasper alone, she asked,

"Where's Bridget? Hasn't she gotten up yet?"

Jasper looked away from her. "Maybe."

The old lady glanced at him. "What do you mean maybe? You can just say she hasn't gotten up. I know

you're young..."

"I'm hungry. Let's eat. I have to go to work later." He knew what she was going to say. He didn't want to

listen and deliberately interrupted her.

The thought of her son getting this job made her happy. "Sure. It's not good to be late for the first day."

The old lady smiled brightly. She was very satisfied with Bridget, her daughter-in-law.

She knew in her heart that the Jones Family had helped Jasper secure this job quickly.

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Fortunately, she had stopped that woman, who had been in prison, marrying her son. That woman

almost got Jasper killed.

Madam Clinton was still feared thinking of this.

Bridget sat in front of the dresser and looked at her right face. Nothing could cover her swollen cheek.

Her hair was so short that she couldn't even cover it up. She was angry at the thought of Jasper's

attitude yesterday.

In a fit of anger, she threw the face cream to the ground.

With a bang, the glass shattered and the contents were everywhere.

When the old lady heard this, she quickly knocked on the door and asked nervously, "Bridget, what's

wrong?"

"It's okay. Just one bottle dropped."

"Oh, be careful. Breakfast is ready. Why don't you come out and have some?" Her voice was especially

kind.

"I'm not hungry..."

"Mom, come over for breakfast. Don't worry about her."

She widened her eyes and went over to scold Jasper in a low voice. "What's wrong with you? Why

would you say such things? She just married you. Don't you know her background? You have to be

nice to her."

He smiled, "Do you like her so much because of her strong family background?"

This was undeniable.

Madam Clinton really valued Bridget's family because it could help Jasper, but she also liked her for

her beauty and kindness to the family.

The old lady glared at him, "Nonsense."

Jasper didn't continue, "I'm going to work." He stood up from his chair, turned around, and saw a crack

in the bedroom door.

She must have heard his conversation with his father just now.

But he didn't care if she would become upset when she heard this.