"Alright. Now, let go of me. You're hurting me." Freya gestured to their hands. It was only then that Bradley let go of her hand. Her wrist was now covered in bruises.
He stared at her for a long time with a scowl on his face before swiftly getting back onto the wheelchair and leaving the bedroom.
He left, just like that?
Had they reached an agreement?
Freya let out a sigh of relief. Just as she was about to get out of bed, Bradley returned with some topical ointment for bruises.
She instantly got back onto the bed. Her heart pounded with anxiety as she was afraid he might suddenly go back on his word.
He leaned in close and grabbed the hand she had curled closer to her body. After he poured some ointment onto his palms and heated them up, he gently began to massage her bruised wrist
