Freya lifted her head to look at him deeply.
His shirt was crumpled from her touch, with a few buttons undone, revealing a broad, attractive chest.
Though she only stole a glance, her cheeks flushed even redder.
"Bradley, you're always teasing me."
He toyed with her hair, his voice deep, "But do you enjoy it?"
His magnetic voice seemed to electrify her, sending tingles down her spine.
Resting against his shoulder, she recalled the recent events and wished she could disappear.
Glaring resentfully, she murmured, "Enough, don't you want to watch the drama anymore?"
After speaking, she turned away, no longer wanting to engage with him, and focused on the unfolding events.
Jessica claimed the child was Ian's, but he refused to acknowledge it.
In a fit of rage, Ian slapped her again.
