Bradley paused, halted in his actions, as he became hesitant when he saw her terrified face.

He had initially prepared to kiss her tonight, but witnessing her pitiful appearance evoked a sense of guilt within him.

Freya's long lashes were adorned with tears, shimmering as they trickled down her face. She trembled, clearly distraught.

Gradually, Bradley loosened his grip on her hand. She was only 19, but she had the mind of a child. He knew that if he persisted and had his way with her tonight, she would only end up crying all night long.

He kissed her gently and said, "Okay, I'll just kiss you. I won't touch you!" because he couldn't stand to see her in pain.

Freya looked into his eyes through her wet lashes and abruptly stopped crying.

In that critical moment, he had the opportunity to take advantage of her, but he chose not to. It left Freya perplexed, struggling to understand his true intentions.

She thought his motives were truly difficult to decipher.

Bradley kept his promise, stealing a brief kiss before releasing her. He was motionless on her bed, but his arms were wrapped around her waist.

"What does he want? He doesn't want to do anything with me now, but does he plan to take advantage of me while I'm asleep?" she pondered within her thoughts.

Freya couldn't fathom his intentions, yet she didn't dare to resist. He was an exceedingly dangerous man, and she feared inviting more trouble.

Rumors were circulating claiming that Bradley was lacking in certain areas, but she knew those words were pure nonsense.

The sound of Bradley's steady breaths filled Freya's ears, accompanied by a subtle fragrance of mint that hung in the air. Fresh from a shower, he was dressed in black pajamas, his presence enveloping the room.

Freya slowly opened her eyes and noticed that Bradley had already drifted off to sleep. She cautiously retracted her hand, intending to leave the room quietly.

However, instead of departing, a thought occurred to her. She retrieved some silver needles from her bag and settled herself by his bedside, preparing to provide him with a treatment.

During her short time at the Royal Garden Mansion, she had witnessed Bradley's episodes twice, prompting her to realize the severity of his condition.

Concerned about the potential harm caused by his reliance on pain medication the doctor gave him, she felt compelled to help him.

She was well aware that such drugs were addictive and harmful to one's body over time, so she wanted to offer an alternative solution.

Perhaps it was her empathetic nature as a healer, but she felt compelled to treat him.

She decided to treat him covertly at night using her knowledge of medicine and acupuncture skills, as she knew the only chance she could treat him without revealing her true identity was at night.

Freya also knew she needed to sleep next to Bradley so she could treat him at night while he slept quietly.

With utmost care, Freya retrieved the delicate silver needles and skillfully inserted them into Bradley's acupoints once she confirmed that he was deeply asleep.

Bradley's headaches were primarily caused by psychological trauma and the accumulation of stagnant blood in his brain, hindering proper blood circulation.

Surgical intervention was an option, but it carried significant risks and was not a viable choice for ordinary people.

As Freya administered each needle, she couldn't help but observe Bradley's facial expressions.

The idea of him waking up to discover himself resembling a prickly hedgehog, covered in needles, and becoming enraged was unimaginable to her.

Thankfully, he remained undisturbed, fast asleep.

Once all the silver needles had been carefully inserted into his acupoints, Bradley still did not stir. Freya took a deep breath and quietly settled herself beside the bed, silently studying Bradley.

Aside from his facial expression, Bradley appeared like any other average person. With a towering height of six feet, his pajamas draped over his robust and powerful physique, making it hard to fathom that he was disabled.

Recalling the moments when they rolled around in bed together, Freya felt a warm flush on her face. She couldn't help but marvel at Bradley's strength.

Freya's doubts began to creep in as she started questioning whether Bradley was feigning his disability. His well-defined leg muscles, which were not characteristic of someone confined to a wheelchair, raised her suspicions.

She lifted her gaze to Bradley's pajama. He left several buttons undone, revealing a seductive expanse of his tanned skin, particularly his chest muscles.

Curiosity got the better of Freya, and she couldn't resist lightly squeezing his muscles. The electric sensation that surged through her fingertips startled her, prompting her to retract her hand quickly.

She stole a glance at Bradley's face, relieved to find him still deep in slumber.

As she gradually opened her eyes, her courage grew, and she took the opportunity to inspect him more closely. Upon closer examination, she found Bradley's face seemed peculiar, although she couldn't find out why.

Gently touching his cheek, her palm encountered a rough texture. Freya couldn't help but entertain the thought that maybe his face was somehow not genuine.

Her suspicions continued to mount, causing her hands to become increasingly restless.

Just as she was lost in her thoughts, the person who had been sound asleep suddenly opened his eyes, startling Freya and prompting her to let out a shrill scream as she hastily removed the silver needle from his head.

Bradley furrowed his brows slightly, his eyes narrowing in the process. Swiftly rolling over, he pinned Freya beneath him, his voice deep and rough. "What on earth are you doing?" he asked.

Freya anxiously nibbled on her lip, her eyes darting nervously as she explained, "There was a mosquito biting you, and I... I was just trying to shoo it away."

In his mind, Bradley wondered, "A mosquito? She was touching my face with her hand and claiming to chase away a mosquito. And what are those needles in my head?"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Bradley's mouth as he gently clasped her chin with his rough fingertips.

This position enabled him to see the fear and nervousness reflected in her eyes as though she had been caught red-handed. "Did the mosquito fly away?" he asked, his deep and melodious voice resonating in her ears, causing Freya's scalp to tingle and her cheeks to flush.

"I... it flew away," she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.

She dared not to meet his gaze, even though Bradley couldn't truly see. She always felt as though his eyes were bottomless pools capable of peering into her innermost thoughts.

"Is that so? It seems like it landed on my back. Could you help me get rid of it?" Bradley suppressed a smile, attempting to capture her attention. Taking her hand in his, he began guiding it to rub against his own back.

As Freya's fingertips grazed his skin, they instinctively recoiled as if wanting to retreat. However, Bradley firmly held her hand open, pressing her palm against his back.

A surge of electricity coursed through her veins as Freya realized the alluring power in Bradley's voice. His breath brushed against her face, causing her heart to race faster.

His hand clasping hers felt scorching, radiating intense heat that left Freya feeling disoriented. The overwhelming warmth made her doubts slip away, convincing her that it was all her imagination.

She attempted to pull her hand back, but Bradley tightened his grip, causing her to let out a startled cry.

Completely uncertain about his intentions, Freya's face flushed crimson, her racing heart coloring her entire demeanor.

Bradley's keen observation allowed him to see how bewildered she was.

The mere touch of his hand on her face caused her to turn bright red.

A mischievous spark lit up his eyes as he purposely exhaled warm breath near her ear.

"How does it feel? If you want, we can find another spot to touch, hm?" Freya nervously bit her lip, flustered and stumbling over her words.

"No more touching. I don't want to touch anymore," she stammered, her words becoming incoherent. Her heart pounded rapidly, leaving her in a state of panic, unsure of how to articulate her thoughts.