Layla couldn't believe the drastic change in Bradley's attitude. He was totally interested in her, and that was surprising.
—No, no. Don't worry. I'll be able to take some pills at home. I'll be fine,— Layla said.
—Then let me at least help you get home,— he said as he tried to wrap his hands around Layla's waist, but she pulled away a little to the opposite side.
—I'm better, thank you. I can get home by myself. You can wake the girls if you want to help me,— Layla said a little nonchalantly.
Bradley obeyed politely. He didn't want to mess it up again. He opened the back door of the car and gently woke the twins.
—Where are we? —asked Milka as she opened her sleepy eyes.
—We're already in their little house. Can you open the door?— said Bradley in a low, tender tone.
—Mommy,
