“Bradley, why are you competing with a child? How immature!”
Freya gave him a fierce glare.
She still thought it sounded better to be called Freya rather than mommy. It made her feel like she aged several years.
"You're my wife. If Matthew calls you Freya and me daddy, how do you think others will perceive our relationship, hmm?" He emphasized, his tone slightly domineering as he approached.
As if asserting his dominance, he directly wrapped his arms around her waist.
Freya blushed.
Matthew was still here; couldn't he be a bit more restrained?
She struggled to push him away, but he just pulled her into his embrace.
"Um, the child is still here." Freya muttered.
Bradley narrowed his eyes, then finally let her go.
Freya let out a sigh of relief, her face red with embarrassment.
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