Chapter 118 Too Good at Pretending!

It wasn't clear how much time had passed before the man released her. "Why did you come here? If something happened to you, what would I do?" His angry inquiry, mixed with the biting chill of December, caused Freya to shiver involuntarily. But his final words, "What would I do?" left her stunned. Was he genuinely concerned about her? Anxious, even? Before she could collect her thoughts, his lips found hers once more, passionate and untamed. "What lengths must I go to keep you by my side, to prevent you from running away?" His voice, low and warm, lingered against her skin, stirring a strange feeling within her. Freya's face flushed with confusion; his gentleness unsettled her. "Lola threw my belongings here, so I came to retrieve... something," Bradley's eyes narrowed coldly. Indeed, it was her doing. "If you lost something, you could have sought me out. I would have arranged for assistance without putting you in harm's way," After that, he pressed her against the tree