"I can walk."
The man smirked and smiled at her, leaning closer to her ear. "You've been frightened and injured. Let me carry you."
His warm breath brushed against Freya's earlobe, making her heart beat erratically.
His tone, neither light nor heavy, was crystal clear to everyone, especially Lola, whose eyes turned red with jealousy.
If she had known Bradley was so handsome, she wouldn't have let Freya off easily. The key was that this man was gentler than Ethan, he could flirt and coax people, and he treated Freya so well.
How lucky this i***t was to have stumbled upon such a big advantage!
Lola regretted it so much that she was green with envy. Her jealousy surged to her head, so much so that she bit her lips until they bled.
Bradley carried Freya upstairs and placed her on the be
