Bradley had worked on the bracelet for a long time, and this was his best attempt.
He was worried that Freya would dislike it, but she held onto it as if it were a treasure.
"Honey, I didn't know that your hands are skilled at handicrafts and not just signing contracts and fighting,"
Freya was worried about damaging the bracelet, so she took it off and kept it safe.
"As long as you like it, my hands can do anything."
He held her hand, grasping it in his palm, the tenderness in his eyes seeming to overflow from them.
"Shush, you!"
Freya leaned into his arms. Her heart was filled with happiness.
As if suddenly realizing something, she blinked and said, "By the way, you haven't told me the identities of those people."
"Let me tell you a story."
He gently stroked her hair as somethin
