Bradley was happy. He could get rid of Sophia, with her feigned amnesia, and get Layla back too.
When Layla placed the fruit on the table, Bradley looked at her in delight.
—What took you so long? I've been waiting for you, honey,— Bradley said dejectedly.
When Layla heard Bradley's complaints, she gave him a disdainful look.
—I told you I have a lot of things to do,— Layla replied indifferently.
Bradley's gaze, however, was low and weak. After all, Layla couldn't be that cruel to him.
—Don't worry, I'll try to spend a little more time with you. Here, have some berries,— Layla added, regretting her indifferent words.
—Thank you very much, honey,— he nodded.
Layla walked over to the fruit basket, picked a couple of berries and went to wash them. She handed them to Bradley an
