Harry sensed the awkwardness in the atmosphere, so he tried to break the ice a little.
—I didn't know you two knew each other. That's very nice,— said Harry as he looked around for the girls. —Where are Milka and Jazmín,— he added.
—The girls are in the picnic area. They must be eating. Layla knew the girls were quiet, so she didn't worry too much about them.
Harry and Layla kept talking adorably in front of Bradley, pretending he wasn't even there. To Bradley that was strange, they didn't even consider it.
After a few minutes, however, Harry smiled as Layla walked behind the girls to the snack room.
When the two men were left alone, Harry restrained himself and took a glass of wine.
—Tell me, Mr. Harry, is she your wife? —asked Bradley, not wanting to hear the answer.
Bradle
