"What kind of love potion did he give you and Madeline that made you both treating him like this?" Freya sighed deeply. She knew she was being unreasonable, yet she also knew that Bradley's words were somewhat sincere.
However, his strikingly handsome appearance proved too captivating.
It was better when Bradley used to disguise his looks. At least back then, others would cower in fear at the sight of him. During those times, Bradley only belonged to her.
But now, he was too dazzlingly sharp, causing her to feel a sense of impending danger.
On the other side.
Bradley gazed at the already vanished taillights in the night, frustration evident as he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. The bluish-gray smoke soon blurred his face.
"Where to now, Sir?" The driver asked nervously.
"Culin
