As Ella navigated the streets, she stole glances at Freya's reactions, a sly smile tugging at her lips.
"You're quite the contradiction, Freya. Can't seem to let him go, yet you're adamant about avoiding him," she remarked.
Freya acknowledged her own conflicting feelings. She couldn't fathom why she felt so enraged. Even if Bradley had pressing matters, a simple message to let her know would have sufficed, rather than leaving her to stew in her thoughts.
Another glance revealed Bradley's car picking up speed. He was injured, so is he behind the wheel himself, or does he have a driver?
"I don't think this is working for you. I'll pull over, and you can hear him out," Ella suggested, already reaching for the brakes.
As Freya noticed the car slowing down, she hurriedly urged, "Don't stop
