Bradley's cold eyes narrowed as he casually leaned against the wall in a languid yet proud manner. The top two buttons of his black shirt had somehow come undone, revealing a large swathe of tanned skin. His lips were curled upward in a teasing smile that made him look very much like a mysterious yet arrogant war god who was both bold and noble.
Just when Freya thought he would not answer her, he suddenly spoke up.
"Yes. It's a deep-seated blood feud."
Freya smiled. Just as I thought.
"In that case, do you want to give the Austins a treat for now?" she asked.
His dark eyes were locked onto her face as though his gaze could pierce through her.
"Are you trying to stand up for me?"
Freya smiled and flicked her hair as she gently replied, "In a way, yes. I'm only doing it for Bradley. T
