Bradley glanced at her, the curve of his lips filled with interest. He chuckled, "Dad has called several times to help me get dressed. It's time for us to go downstairs for breakfast."
The Austin family is an aristocratic family, and table manners are extremely meticulous. Breakfast starts at seven in the morning, and the butler has made repeated calls to remind everyone.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" Freya hurriedly sat up from the bed. Being late after the first night was not good.
The man smiled, "You slept so soundly. I didn't have the heart to wake you."
His deep voice, slightly hoarse from waking up early, was like the most melodious string, effortlessly stirring her heart.
"But it's impolite to keep the elders waiting!"
"It's okay. I told Dad you weren't feeling well. He unders
