Bradley leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing as he caught sight of her delicate collarbone.

"What else did you do to me besides touching me?" he questioned.

In his hazy state earlier, he felt something penetrating his scalp. He intended to stop her, but as that sensation entered, his throbbing headache unexpectedly subsided, leaving him with a newfound relaxation. Thus, he allowed her to have her way.

He never anticipated that his new bride would be so adorable. He didn't mean to startle her, but the sensations she caused in his chest and face were so intense that he couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Freya quickly clenched the silver needle in her hand and shook her head desperately, "It's gone."

She refused to admit that she wanted to tend to him.

Unable to resist, Bradley lowered his head once again. They were so close that they could even see each other's eyelashes.

Freya felt a wave of heat wash over her and her eyes blinked as she stared at Bradley in front of her.

She sensed that Bradley was too dangerous. Even though she couldn't see, his hands held an allure she couldn't ignore.

"Are you certain it's gone? Hmmm?" He positioned himself on either side of her, and when Freya lowered her head, she caught a glimpse of his black underwear.

She looked away as the color left her face and felt a twinge of embarrassment.

She questioned whether Bradley was aware of the intimate position they were in.

Blushing, Freya held onto him tightly, unable to release her grip on the silver needle.

"Mrs. Austin, here is the bandage you asked for just now..."

Frederick suddenly appeared at the door, witnessing everything since it was not completely closed. Seeing their position on the bed, Frederick was immediately stunned.

Stuck in shock, Frederick stood frozen in place.

Bradley was standing on either side of Freya, holding her hand and placing it on his back...

Fredrick knew his timing couldn't have been worse, as he caught them in the act o making out!

"Mrs. Austin, I’ll leave the band-aids outside. I’m leaving now," Frederick pretended as if he didn't see a thing and closed the door as he exited.

Freya was caught off guard by Frederick's unexpected appearance, and she pushed Bradley away from her in shame. In her haste, all the silver needles in her hand accidentally pierced into Bradley's chest, a total of ten needles.

With a groan of pain, Bradley asked, "What happened?"

"A...a mosquito bit you again," Freya stammered, quickly removing the silver needles and hiding them under the pillow.

She believed that Bradley couldn't see what she had done, but little did she know that he not only saw what she did but saw it clearly.

He reasoned, "This evil woman actually stabbed herself with needles." He understood that the pain in his head from earlier was brought on by the girl sticking needles in him.

Despite what she did, she blamed it all on the mosquitoes.

Every day, trained professionals thoroughly disinfected the Royal Garden Mansion so that not even a fly dared set foot inside. Yet this naïve girl dared to fabricate a story about a mosquito!

Bradley felt anger welling up inside him, but there was also a hint of amusement. He suddenly had the urge to punish her for her deceitful words.

"She thinks she can fool me by pretending I can't see? She's truly audacious!" he thought to himself.

Bradley glanced at her before leaning in for a passionate kiss that carried overtones of punishment.

Freya barely had a chance to react as the kiss stole her breath away. She never anticipated that Bradley would kiss her again!

She clenched her teeth and reached for the pillow, intending to grab a needle to subdue him.

However, it seemed that Bradley had seen through her plan and swiftly caught hold of her restless little hand.

He pushed himself back up, and they continued their passionate kiss.

Freya tried to run away but felt a sudden, intense pain on her lips where Bradley had bitten her. Her cheeks flushed with heat, leaving her breathless from the intensity of the kiss.

"Ouch, it hurts..." Concerned that she might attempt to break free, Bradley firmly grasped her legs, accidentally brushing against her injured foot.

After dinner, when she was helping Rosa with the dishes, a slip of the hand caused a bowl to shatter, cutting her foot.

Though it was only a minor wound, it stung fiercely under Bradley's firm grip!

Rosa had failed to notice Freya's injury, so she sought a band-aid from Frederick. However, unexpectedly, Frederick brought it up while they were in an intimate moment.

Just the mere thought of Frederick witnessing their intimacy caused Freya's blush to deepen.

Bradley, suppressing his desires, released her and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"My foot hurts," Freya replied, quickly retracting her foot as soon as Bradley let her go.

The wound, initially small, had started bleeding after being squeezed by Bradley.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Bradley called out, "Frederick, bring the first aid kit!" "Yes, sir!" came Frederick's reply.

Still overwhelmed by the intense scene he had just witnessed, Frederick's face turned red as he retrieved the medicine box. He couldn't believe that, at his age, he was exposed to such passionate moments.

Feeling utterly embarrassed, Frederick made his way upstairs and knocked on the door to ensure no inappropriate activity occurred. After confirming, he entered the room.

"Mr. Austin, here is the medicine box," Frederick said.

Bradley dismissively waved his hand and replied, "You may leave now."

With that, Bradley placed Freya's foot on his leg and touched it randomly. "Does it hurt here?"

Freya shook her head and responded, "Not there. It's over here."

Bradley continued feeling her foot until he finally located the wound. "Is it here?"

With a heavy sigh, Freya nodded and replied, "Yes."

She couldn't help but wonder if Bradley, a blind guy, felt comfortable and reckless enough to act in such a manner.

With frustration coursing through her, Freya regretted not knocking him unconscious earlier to prevent his inappropriate thoughts about her.

"You don't have to take care of things around the house anymore. If you need anything, go directly to Frederick or Rosa," Bradley instructed his fingertip roughly rubbing the wound.

Freya involuntarily flinched as he touched her foot.

"You can't see. Let me do it myself," she insisted.

Bradley complied, aware that he couldn't afford to be too obvious as a blind man. He knew she was beginning to suspect him as she had touched his face and muscles earlier.

She had just had a shower moments ago, so there was a subtle hint of shower gel on her body. Her skin was soft and translucent from being cleansed. Despite this, Bradley obstinately held her foot on his thigh.

Unaware of Bradley's intense gaze, Freya felt discomfort with her foot resting on his thigh. Her heartbeat hastened, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Living in the Royal Garden Mansion, she was Bradley's wife only in name, as they lacked a marriage certificate and a wedding reception. This situation felt wrong, and she harbored a distaste for such intimacy with him.

She attempted to move her foot, but Bradley tightened his grip. His alluring voice resonated, "Does it hurt?"