Freya blinked and said, "Thank you for buying me clothes and for not throwing away the things I brought with me." She wanted to thank him from the bottom of her heart because he had once protected her.

Bradley's eyes flashed with a hint of mockery as his lips curled into a cold smile, and he said, "If you want to thank me, sleep with me tonight."

Freya shook her head frantically, "No, I don't want to."

She was game for almost anything except sleeping with him.

She was well aware of the implications of "sleeping" with him and decided not to have more intimate interactions with him.

"You are my bride now, and we will eventually sleep on the same bed someday. You will gradually get used to it," Bradley, his expression serious, assured her.

He had recently grown accustomed to taking his sunglasses off in her presence. His slanted eyes couldn't focus, but they would occasionally raise in a subtle expression.

Bradley, however, kept his excitement under wraps, thanks to his impressive command of his facial expressions.

Freya backed away timidly, saying, "I'm still a little girl! Don't bully me."

Bradley narrowed his eyes and looked down at her collarbone before whispering, "I have already seen your body, and I know you are not little."

Freya's physique was superior to many of her peers despite being still a young adult, and it looked like the result of years of training.

Her body was well-proportioned and slender, but her breasts and ass were plump.

Bradley blinked his eyes shut as images of her naked body flashed through his mind. The contrast between her mature appearance and her innocence made her difficult to approach.

Freya was taken aback by his words for a moment. Bradley was blind, but she could still feel the intense heat of his focus as if it were directed squarely at her.

The realization of the context of Bradley's "not little" remark caused her face to flush as she looked down.

She grimaced at Bradley's hands and bit her lip, restraining the urge to bite him hard.

"How can a blind man be so sexually active? How can a blind man touch other people without fear?" she wondered.

Bradley swallowed hard as he observed her biting her lip. Even when she was being shy and sweet, he couldn't help but feel strong desires for her.

He wanted to pull her into an embrace, kiss her passionately, and force her to lie flat on the bed with him.

In an instant, Bradley felt like a fool for having such feelings for her, especially since she was only nineteen. Plus, Arthur specifically made him marry this girl to insult him.

Freya tightly held onto her skirt and complained, "You are all bad people. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

After making that statement, she started to run away. However, a strong hand pulled her back, and she sat down squarely on Bradley's lap before she could get away.

Looking at the girl's shy demeanor, he asked, "Where do you want to go?" inexplicably, a mischievous thought emerged in his mind.

Never before in his life had he felt such an intense desire for a woman.

The three women who had been sent to him were eliminated before they could even get close to him. They had it coming to them, of course.

"I'm hungry. I want to eat," Freya stifled her fear that he would exploit her again by swallowing her saliva.

Bradley's inability to see made him significantly more dangerous than the average person. Whatever he did to her, all he had to do was say, "I can't see," and he would be excused.

As Bradley wheeled the girl to the elevator, his thin lips curled into a grin at the sound of her rumbling stomach.

Freya was taken aback, and she pleaded with him, "Let me down! I can make it on my own.

Bradley said, "It's more comfortable sitting," right as the elevator doors opened. He carried her in this position into the elevator.

Frederick was planning to go upstairs and tell them dinner was ready. However, upon witnessing this scene, his face registered a state of surprise.

Doubt began to creep into his mind as he questioned the veracity of what he had just witnessed.

With Bradley cradling Freya in his embrace, as they made their way down the stairs, a distinct sense of closeness was evident between them.

This newfound intimacy led Frederick to entertain suspicions about the possibility of Mr. Austin engaging in relationships with women.

Frederick, overjoyed, eagerly prepared and served dinner for them. All of Rosa's dishes were expertly prepared and presented.

After taking a bite, Freya was completely content.

But she still needed to watch her weight, so she stuck to fruits and vegetables and avoided fatty foods like meat.

Bradley, who sat opposite her, didn't touch his food. He did nothing but relax in his chair and watch her as she ate.

Freya's dining manners were impeccable, and she didn't act like a country girl.

Bradley thought that her previous education might have played a role in this.

Bradley frowned when he saw that she was only eating vegetables and asked her, "Why aren't you eating meat?"

Freya was taken aback by his question as she was in the middle of stuffing her face with greens. She had no idea how he could tell she didn't eat meat.

Frederick quickly explained, "Mr. Austin has very keen hearing. The sound you make while chewing your vegetables is quite audible, Mrs. Austin."

Freya couldn't figure out whether this explanation was true.

She carefully listened to the sound of her own vegetable chewing and concluded that it was, in fact, rather loud.

"Why don't you eat? Mr. Austin, don't you feel like eating? Freya blinked as she noticed that he didn't touch his food.

Bradley replied in a cold tone, "I want you to feed me."

She couldn't believe he'd actually asked her to feed him dinner.

Freya bit her lip as she pondered Bradley's sudden request, recalling that he used to eat by himself.

She was hesitant to agree, but then she remembered that Bradley had recently bought her new clothes and fixed her necklace.

She got to her feet, grabbed the fork, and fed Bradley dinner.

Frederick drew over a chair for her to sit in so that she would be more comfortable.

Freya said with a goofy grin, "Thank you, Frederick."

"You're welcome, Mrs. Austin," Frederick said.

Freya asked, "What do you want to eat?" as she surveyed the dishes on the table.

"Whatever," Bradley replied coldly.

Freya felt a bit helpless as she had no idea what to choose.

Freya took a piece of carrot and carefully placed it in Bradley's mouth. However, he briefly chewed it and then immediately spat it out.

"I don't like carrots!" he exclaimed. "But carrots are good for your eyes!" Freya muttered under her breath. Undeterred, she picked up a piece of ribs and offered it to him.

Once again, Bradley spat it out without even giving it a proper taste. "What's this now?" he questioned.

"Pork ribs are rich in calcium and can benefit your legs!" Freya blinked her eyes innocently, then continued to select other dishes to feed him.

"Yams are excellent for your skin. Mr. Austin, you should eat more."

Unbeknownst to Freya, who was absorbed in her role as a nutrition expert, her behavior seemed excessively normal, and this began to raise doubts in Bradley's mind.

Bradley had not expected Freya to possess such extensive knowledge.

Freya's eyebrows knitted together in deep concern as she observed Bradley spitting out the food she had just fed him.

Having tasted the dishes herself, she knew they were delicious, making Bradley's evident disgust an inappropriate reaction.

Despite this, Freya maintained her pout and persisted in offering him a piece of yam.

"Yams are genuinely delicious. You should give them a try."

Bradley narrowed his eyes, questioning whether she was treating him like a child.