Chapter 170 A Dream

He called her "darling"... Despite the corniness, why did it fill her heart with such happiness? In the past, she was used to solitude, accustomed to bearing everything alone. But Bradley's sudden intrusion gradually dismantled the walls she had built, until they crumbled entirely, leaving a gap through which that man effortlessly slipped into her heart. Suddenly, Freya felt a twinge of apprehension. She feared this happiness might vanish like a fleeting spark, leaving her alone in the end. At the Austin Corporation. Bradley's sturdy, upright figure loomed in a black leather chair. Perhaps due to work-induced stress, he fiddled with his phone in one hand and held a cigarette in the other. He wasn't a habitual smoker, he only indulged occasionally under pressure or when in a bad mood. He let the bluish-gray smoke swirl around him until the flame reached the tip of the cigarette, then extinguished it in the nearby ashtray. He glanced at his phone, noticing no reply. It seemed sh