"Oh, my God! It's hard to believe that such a handsome man exists in the real world," Freya thought.

"Have you seen enough?" The man's cold eyes narrowed, and his voice rumbled lowly from his throat.

His Adam's apple moved as he spoke, emanating a natural regal presence that seemed to consume the very air around them, leaving Freya breathless.

She shook her head and voiced discomfort, saying, "Sir, you're gripping my hand too tightly. It's hurting me."

The man's hand, larger and warmer than her own, held her small hand firmly, causing Freya to frown in displeasure due to the pain.

He looked down at her delicate face from his taller stance, ensuring she wasn't injured before releasing her hand. The tight grip left a slight blush on her hand.

Glaring at Freya with anger, Ethan rolled up his sleeves and declared, "You fool, I've finally caught you! Everyone, come here and strip this woman naked!"

He made a quick phone call just then, and soon a mob surrounded Freya.

If anyone could teach Freya a lesson, Ethan said they'd get their month's worth of drinks on the house at Shangri-La Bar paid for.

These individuals were spoiled rich kids who were seeking excitement and enjoying having fun with women. Indeed, every one of them was willing to help Ethan to catch her.

Bradley's guards were poised to rush forward and protect Freya as the group approached, but Frederick signaled them to hold back.

The arrival of Bradley spelled disaster for Ethan.

Freya was at a loss to identify the stranger who had suddenly appeared, but she gripped her silver needle with both hands.

Right then, he used his long legs to kick them, causing several of the men to lose their footing and fall to the floor.

"Oh my goodness! He's so impressive!" Freya marveled in her thoughts.

She hadn't even had a clear view of his swift actions, yet several more individuals found themselves knocked down.

In an instant, all of the people who helped Ethan were lying on the ground, writhing in pain.

Ethan, his voice shaking with disbelief, gazed at the man and asked, "Who are you? I strongly advise you not to meddle, or else I will have to teach you a lesson as well."

The man casually brushed off the dust from his clothes, and his sharp, cold gaze emitted an intimidating fierceness. The mysterious man’s presence was so grim that it made Ethan's skin crawl.

Before Ethan could even step back, Bradley threw a fierce punch toward the right side of his face. Teeth and blood were sent flying as Ethan staggered backward.

Without hesitation, the man advanced, relentlessly delivering a series of devastating punches, alternating between left hooks and right hooks. He continued his brutal assault until Ethan was barely conscious, then forcefully hurled him to the ground.

The group of people around them stood frozen in terror, refusing to become the following targets of the merciless beating. They hurriedly fled the scene.

Still and slightly puzzled, Freya couldn't comprehend why this stranger had chosen to defend her.

However, she couldn't help but feel captivated by the way he had effortlessly pummeled Ethan. She was sure that there must have been some deep-seated grudge between them.

However, his fighting style possessed an undeniable allure, and his speed left her in awe. She felt a gust of wind had swept past before the man suddenly stood in front of Ethan.

His mastery of combat was evident, radiating dominance and command with every move. His punches were executed flawlessly, devoid of any imperfections. Freya found herself undeniably captivated by his display of skill.

Lost in a dazed state, the man had already approached her, his narrowed and icy eyes locked onto hers.

"Are you safe now?"

Freya delicately nibbled on her lip, a shimmering luster reflecting off her crystal-like lips, while her innocent gaze blinked.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue."

As the man gazed at her, his heart trembled slightly. "Does she realize how mesmerizing she appears?" he thought.

Like a delicate flower waiting to be plucked, she tempted him with an impulse to kiss her. Bradley fought to suppress this desire, yet a mischievous urge emerged.

"If you truly wish to express your gratitude, do me a favor!"

"Huh?"

Freya was momentarily taken aback, observing the man's slightly flustered expression.

She couldn't help but acknowledge his incredible handsomeness, surpassing anyone she had ever seen. His eyes, in particular, held a unique charm — deep and enigmatic, akin to an endless expanse of starlight. Yet, an odd sense of familiarity lingered within her, as if those eyes bore a resemblance to someone she had encountered before.

The man then turned and walked away.

Freya quickly caught up to him with just a few strides. "Sir, I haven't thanked you for saving me yet," she earnestly expressed.

Bradley paused momentarily before swiftly turning around, using his rough but slender fingertips to lift her chin, alluringly tempting her cautiously. "If you truly wish to show your gratitude, why not give yourself to me?"

"I apologize, sir, but I am already... married," Freya responded, biting her lip as she instinctively stepped back, declining his hand.

Despite their unconventional relationship, she saw herself as Bradley’s wife at this moment. Moreover, the man's request was audacious, leaving her no choice but to reject it based on this premise.

Bradley was somewhat taken aback by her response, but a slight smirk played across his lips, indicating a sense of relief. He felt immensely satisfied.

By addressing her as his wife, she effectively diffused the uncomfortable situation that Ethan had created, leaving Bradley in a perfect mood.

He exchanged a knowing glance with Frederick, prompting him to approach him with the bodyguards. "Mrs. Austin, allow me to escort you home," Frederick offered, his voice filled with respect.

With a nod of approval, Frederick thanked him, saying, "Thank you for saving Mrs. Austin."

Bradley gracefully waved his hand in acknowledgment, exuding an air of confidence as he strode towards the waiting black Rolls-Royce parked on the side of the road. He effortlessly opened the door and settled into the luxurious vehicle.

Xavier stared at Bradley in utter disbelief, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. "Bradley, were you just actively flirting with that woman?"

Maintaining his playful demeanor, Bradley raised an eyebrow but did not deny his actions. The turning point occurred when he heard the woman declare, "I already got married," a statement that instantly lifted his spirits.

He calmly responded with a cold and determined gaze, "Choose your words carefully. That woman is my wife."

Xavier's face registered a mixture of astonishment and shock. He had previously witnessed Bradley openly expressing affection for his wife at the Royal Garden Mansion, and now he observed him engaging in flirtatious behavior with her.

What truly astounded Xavier, however, was the fact that Bradley had even smiled.

If Xavier's memory served him correctly, within just half an hour, he had witnessed Bradley display a genuine smile twice.

Such a sight was beyond imaginable, considering Bradley's usual demeanor as a decisive and unfeeling individual who never displayed kindness or tenderness towards women.

Xavier found it both terrifying and intriguing.