Despise Family Rules

Seeing Wilma Nilles unconsciously staring at him, Braydon Neal sighed helplessly.

"What? Are you even guarding against me?"

As Wilma turned away, Braydon's magic surged, and the long robe in his hand instantly draped over his body.

Even his true self had never worn such ostentatious clothing before. He couldn't fathom why Wilma, this witch, would like such extravagant attire.

"It's done."

Hearing Braydon's voice, Wilma turned back, her eyes lighting up the moment they landed on him.

Braydon, now dressed in white, seemed transformed. The usual indifference on his face had softened, and he radiated a refined aura, like a true gentleman.

"The people on the road are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world."

That phrase seemed to perfectly describe Braydon at this moment.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Braydon asked, feeling slightly uncomfortable under Wilma's gaze, which resembled that of a hungry wolf.