Bradley's charming grin was a rare sight after what seemed like an eternity without one. This smile, however, no longer betrayed his bloodthirsty nature; instead, it radiated genuine joy and happiness.

"You must have a disease," Xavier teased, touching his nose and glancing back at the woman, now fading into the distance.

Bradley continued to stare at her, unable to tear his eyes away.

"What kind of disease?" Bradley's cold eyes narrowed.

"Lovesickness."

...

Freya was preoccupied with thoughts of the man who had saved her the entire trip back to Royal Garden Mansion.

The more she pondered, the more she felt a sense of familiarity, especially his aura that reminded her of someone - her husband, Bradley.

She couldn't believe how similar the man's silhouette, gaze, and even scent were to Bradley's.

While this man was attractive and healthy, Bradley was blind, disabled, and horribly disfigured. They were obviously not the same person.

The similarities between them puzzled her.

Freya scratched her head, feeling perplexed.

As Frederick, who was riding shotgun, observed her confused demeanor, he couldn't help but chuckle.

Just now, Bradley not only taught Ethan a harsh lesson but also flirted with Freya. It was evident that he had genuine romantic feelings for her.

Frederick genuinely felt happy that Bradley had finally opened his heart to someone.

At that very moment, a blaring phone ringtone echoed through the car.

Freya was so lost in thought that she failed to see this.

Frederick reminded her, "Mrs. Austin, your phone is ringing."

"Oh?" After coming to her senses, she removed the phone Bradley gave her as a gift from her purse.

When she checked the screen, the name Bradley flashed before her eyes.

Freya answered the phone, and a deep, captivating voice resonated from the speaker.

"Did you get your hair cut?"

Though Bradley's voice was pleasant, Freya didn't reply because she couldn't help but think of the man she'd met earlier and how similar their voices were.

The issue was beyond her comprehension.

Noticing her prolonged silence, Bradley spoke again, "Freya, are you listening?"

Snapping out of her thoughts, Freya softly replied, "No, I didn't get it cut."

"Why not? Didn't Frederick take you to the salon?"

"Well, it's just that we encountered some troublemakers who wanted to bully me, so I ran away," Freya feigned ignorance.

"Who are they?" Bradley's voice came across as cold but contained as if he didn't want to frighten her.

"Ethan and Lola," Freya deliberately acted frightened.

There was silence on the other end of the line. Freya thought he was angry, so she hastily added, "But everything is fine now. They didn't actually hurt me because someone helped me."

Bradley crossed his legs tastefully in the third-floor office of Shangri-La Bar while holding the phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. A faint smile was playing at the corner of his lips.

Sitting across from Bradley were three men, their eyes filled with an eerie intensity.

Bradley disregarded them and asked, "Was that a man or a woman?" over the phone.

Xavier turned to Patrick and Gabriel as he listened to Bradley's flirtatious phone conversation and said, "See, I didn't lie to you. Bradley really fell in love with that fool. Just listen to his syrupy voice. It's enough to make me have goosebumps,"

Curiosity piqued, Patrick expressed his fascination, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Xavier, now I'm genuinely intrigued. You've seen her before, right? Tell me, what does she look like?"

With a raised eyebrow, Xavier uttered, "I’ve got one word to describe her."

"What?" Patrick asked eagerly.

"Beautiful."

He had encountered many stunning women in his time, but those who exuded an otherworldly, pure, and radiant aura were a rarity.

Xavier recalled two such women he had recently come across. One was the veiled performer from that memorable night at Shangri-La Bar, and the other was Freya herself.

Reflecting on the veiled woman, Xavier playfully remarked, "Just as you said, she's an angelic girl, and now Bradley's wife is also an angel."

"Don't bring up that angel! My heart is shattered!" Patrick lamented. He had got what he thought was the mysterious girl's number and spent the entire night anticipating it, only to hear explicit sounds on the other end of the call.

It turned out the number was not hers after all.

Furthermore, Patrick had been waiting at the place where the girl got off the car for the past few days in the hopes of running into her, but she never showed up.

Patrick tracked down Madeline, but she refused to tell him anything about that girl. But after Patrick asked for a long time, Madeleine told him the hard truth: the mysterious beauty turned out to be married.

Patrick's heart literally broke in two.

“So, I'll spill the beans anyway: Bradley's bride is stunning but not smart. But I think Bradley seems to like how she is," Xavier said.

Just as Xavier finished speaking, they overheard Bradley showering his wife with fervent compliments, completely disregarding their presence as if they were transparent.

"Are you infatuated with him? Do you find me ugly compared with him?" Bradley asked.

Bradley's smile grew even wider after he heard Freya’s response.

"Whatever difficulties you face in the future, you can always ask me for help. I will always be there for you, protecting you," Bradley expressed warmly.

Taking a deep breath, Xavier decided to leave, realizing he couldn't bear witness to their affection any longer.

...

Meanwhile, Freya, who had just stepped out of the car, felt perplexed by Bradley's peculiar behavior that day.

He bombarded her with numerous questions, showered her with cheesy phrases, and even mentioned his commitment to protect her.

She figured that if Bradley were physically present today, seated in a wheelchair and unable to see, Ethan would have faced no consequences for his actions. Ultimately, she had to rely on her bodyguards.

Doubts started to creep into Freya's mind, questioning whether Bradley truly believed she was gullible and easily deceived.

She ended the phone call, feeling a mix of confusion and disappointment.

Somehow, she came to the conclusion that Bradley couldn't protect her like a traditional husband would.

She wondered if Bradley used to be as good-looking as the man who had saved her life today.

"Frederick, do we have any old photos of Mr. Austin?" she abruptly asked.

Frederick was surprised to learn that Freya wanted to see her husband's old photographs.

He couldn't give those photos to her even if he had them. After all, today was the day Bradley showed up with wearing his disguise, and Freya would surely recognize his face if she saw the photos.

Bradley's disguise would be blown if she saw the photos and compared them.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Austin, but the fire destroyed Mr. Austin's house seven years ago, including all the old photos. There are none left," Frederick explained, trying to offer a reasonable explanation.

Feeling a bit disappointed, Freya exited the car and entered the Royal Garden Mansion.

A delightful aroma filled the air as she stepped inside, indicating that Rosa was busy preparing lunch in the kitchen.

Instead of heading to her room, Freya changed her direction and made her way towards the kitchen. Thoughts of Bradley lingered in her mind, and a sense of sadness enveloped her, especially when she recalled his lack of appetite the previous night.