Wolf President Hooks Up

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.

Isn't it all about catching bad guys? Don't you know it's a metaphor? In some cartoons, aren't the cops

was brought up short. He could

That was rubbish.

was not going to bicker with

good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

as if they could talk, taking

heart was beating

hitting

at each other

as he looked at

raised her eyebrows and waved her

talking to you! Did

did Bradley come to himself,

to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't

request gave him

but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or something. Since then,

to the seaside in the middle of the night, where they were almost frozen

sit on the beach, hold each other, and

...

There weren't any stars, not

next day he caught

drunken woman

absolutely couldn't let

didn't reckon himself capable of

"negotiations", Hazel opened a few

youth! What

widened as she roared at Bradley, who was still not sure about this. But

from a glass but a

the cold sweat on

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with a wicked

Bradley began to cough.

was so startled that he was nearly

that question

"Why?"

a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So, how

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't

told her the truth, she would laugh at

you

I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in

gave him

Good for her!

have lived with quite

...

... you have moved

grinned and looked at the ceiling, looking mischievous

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that

a little

so