Angela took a deep breath and walked to the window, opening it to let the scent in the room dissipate. She then took a shower. By the time she returned, Bradley had already tidied up the bed.
Such trivial matters of life were something this young master never did on his own. Now, to please her, he was willing to do anything.
"Go to bed early. I had someone customize a cello for you a few days ago. Someone will deliver it tomorrow morning," Bradley said.
"Did you do this because you knew my cello was broken?" Angela asked.
"Yes, didn't it break when you accidentally fell last time?" Bradley said.
"You're quite observant this time," Angela said.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Bradley took the opportunity to pull her into his arms. "Don't push me away yet. I know you must hate me v
