Wolf President Hooks Up novel Chapter 379

Bradley went to fix her more dishes with his apron still on. What a good househusband!

...

Hazel walked idly to the dining table. Having just washed her face, her skin looked like a peeled white egg, fair and tender.

Looking over at her, Bradley was taken by surprise. The spoon was held stiffly in his hand, and some soup spilled out.

"Hey! Don't make such a mess even if this isn't your house! Look at what you spilled, idiot."

Hazel frowned and shouted, stomping her feet.

Bradley had a sudden urge to smooth her eyebrows with his hand.

Why was a pretty girl always frowning and roaring like that?

"What? Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I wasn't looking."

Bradley looked down at the soup and apologized, picking up a wiper to clean it up.

Hazel sat there carelessly, crossing her legs and pouting,

"Where has your eyes been? What were you looking at if you were not looking at the soup then?"

Looking at you of course! These words almost slipped out of Bradley's mouth.

"Well, I ... I was distracted...."

"Hurry up and bring me the meal. Stop babbling."

Hazel tapped on her chopsticks like a lord.

Bradley flinched and sighed.

Oh, crap.

As an outstanding student from the police academy, he was ordered around by a little girl.

It sucked.

Bradley served all the dishes and washed his hands before sitting down.

Hazel dug in ravenously and asked

"Wow! You cooked all these?"

Bradley rolled his eyes and said, "Of course! Is there a third person in this house? Who else could it be?"

"Not bad, Bradley, not bad at all. It's really delicious! As a good cat you can catch the rat, and as a good househusband you can also cook! Remarkable!"

Hazel had all her attention on the dishes so that she barely looked at Bradley.

...

Bradley was fluttered. He beamed with great delight, fixed his collar and said proudly.

"It takes you long enough to find out! I have always been a good man, ok? Wait, what did you just say? A cat? You called me a cat?!"

Hazel was chewing the pork with her mouth tilted and some juice on her chin.

"Aren't you? You're a cop. Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops featured as cats and the bad guys as rats? This is a fair metaphor!"

Bradley was brought up short. He could only say to himself.

That was rubbish.

But he was not going to bicker with her.

"Well? With such good dishes, shouldn't we have some wine?"

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

Her twinkling eyes looked as if they could talk, taking Bradley's breath away.

His heart was beating faster.

It was as if someone was hitting his heart like a ping-pong ball.

Bradley and Hazel looked at each other for a little longer.

Bradley's eyes glazed as he looked at her, his mouth slightly opened.

Hazel raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of Bradley's eyes, shouting.

"Hey, are you dumb? I was just talking to you! Did you get your brain squeezed today?"

Only then did Bradley come to himself, his cheeks slightly flushed.

"Wine? No, you're not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking at all."

Hazel's request gave him a headache.

The other day, he was taken to Y Nightclub by Haze, but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then, something was wrong about her.

She insisted that he take her to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen to death.

And she insisted that they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch the freaking stars.

...

Come on, it was a bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single one in the sky.

And the next day he caught a cold and sneezed all day.

A drunken woman was ridiculous.

He absolutely couldn't let her drink again!

He didn't reckon himself capable of handling the drunken Hazel.

But after a few rounds of "negotiations", Hazel opened a few bottles of beer after all.

"Here's to our youth! What are you waiting for? Cheers!"

Hazel's eyes widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But in the end, he had to compromise.

She wasn't drinking from a glass but a bottle instead. Good for her.