Chapter 450 What Kind of Husband Had She Married?

The man casually brushed his nose and raised a sly eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "I just can't bring myself to hit you." "Oh, so you're asking for a beating?" Freya retorted, her frustration mounting. All she wanted was a fair bout to test his mettle. But it seemed like this man treated boxing as casually as scratching an itch. "As long as it brings you joy, I promise not to retaliate or even raise a word of protest," he quipped back. Rolling her eyes at his nonchalant response, Freya couldn't help but wonder what kind of husband she had married. Was he really asking for a smackdown? Her frustration boiling over, she flung off her boxing gloves and declared, "I'm done. Let's just go home." He refrained from hitting her/ And she felt guilty for landing a punch on him earlier. If this was going to be their dynamic, it felt more like a game of cat and mouse than a genuine spar. What was the point? Bradley pulled her into an embrace, securing his arms around her waist, a