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.

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

short. He

That was rubbish.

he was not going to bicker

With such good dishes,

Hazel beamed at Bradley.

looked as if they

heart was beating

someone was hitting his heart like a

and Hazel looked at each other for a little

eyes glazed as he looked at her,

raised her eyebrows and waved her hand in front of

talking to you! Did you get

did Bradley come to himself,

not going to be an alcoholic. A woman shouldn't be drinking

request gave

but they came across her ex-boyfriend called Lee or

seaside in the

they sit on the beach, hold each other, and watch

...

bit cloudy that night. There weren't any stars, not even a single

next day he caught

woman was

couldn't let

didn't reckon himself capable of handling the

Hazel opened

youth! What are you waiting

she roared at Bradley, who was still not

from a glass but a bottle instead. Good

could feel the cold sweat

cop, how many ex-girlfriends do

the bottle, Hazel looked at Bradley with

Bradley began to cough.

so startled that he was

did that question

"Why?"

big deal? It's not a secret, isn't it? Everyone has a past. I'm just asking. So, how many

Bradley's face flushed again.

it, he didn't have

told her the truth,

you

Oh wait, the figure I'm telling you only include the serious relationships in which we had moved in with

words gave him another

Good for her!

with

...

asked, "You ... you

at the ceiling, looking mischievous and

"Oh, let me see...."

What?!

Bradley almost fainted.

that she had to count

a

was not so much unhappy