Freya was taking her favorite bubble bath and made the floor quickly covered in bubbles. However, she lost her footing and fell backward at the worst possible time.

Bradley narrowed his eyes, getting ready to rush over to help her. But then he noticed that she was extending her leg, pressing it against the wall for support, and balancing precariously on the palms of her hands.

This position put Freya's body to the ultimate test, but she managed to hold it with surprising ease.

But the towel around her body came undone at that precise moment, revealing her stunning nakedness. After a bath or shower, her fair skin glowed and became nearly transparent like fine jade.

Her legs were slim, slender, and stunning.

Bradley looked at her from head to toe, feeling an inexplicable urge well up inside of him.

His eyes began to glow a warm yellow, and he swallowed hard as his body temperature rose. He rolled his wheelchair toward her inexorably.

His exhaled breath was hot as if he had been submerged in a raging fire, and an insatiable hunger compelled him to keep going.

Freya got to her feet while rubbing her sore bottom and looked all over her before finally settling on Bradley.

She silently thanked God he was blind, or he would have seen her naked.

"What the heck happened?" Bradley pretended he hadn't noticed, wheeling his chair closer to where she was standing.

It was almost unbearable for him to control his raging libido as he stared at Freya's bare body.

She was bared to him, which no doubt tested his resolve.

"I just slipped by accident. I'm fine now."

Freya was a little bit ashamed of herself. Even though she knew Bradley couldn't see, she felt incredibly embarrassed to stand naked in front of him.

Her cheeks were red and burning as she picked up the towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself.

"How could you be so careless?" Bradley spoke with a husky voice as he was trying to hide his true feelings.

"But the floor was too slippery," Freya pouted and complained.

It wasn't until Bradley barged into her room that she lost her footing. She actually blamed him for everything that had happened.

Bradley's eyes locked onto Freya's body, his gaze penetrating and intense. Despite her clothing strategically covering the necessary areas, the recent intimacy between them made it challenging for him to control his overwhelming desire.

The scent of Freya's after-bath enveloped him as she came closer. In one fluid motion, Bradley reached out, grabbed her tiny hand, and pulled her onto his lap.

Freya made a tiny sound of shock. Even though the towel covered her upper body, she was aware that her lower half was still naked. Her face turned bright red as soon as she sat on Bradley's lap like she was about to break out in a cold sweat.

"Please, Mr. Austin, put me down," Freya wriggled in his arms, saying, "I need to put on some clothes."

Bradley's playful teasing towards her was nothing new.

She couldn't help but notice the intense heat radiating from his body and wondered if he might be running a fever.

Having picked up on this, she reached out to touch his forehead gently after running her fingers over his face.

She felt his forehead and said, "Mr. Austin, you have a high fever," as the temperature was well over forty degrees. Freya felt her hand being burned and quickly withdrew it.

"I'll go get you a thermometer. Please wait for me."

After uttering those words, she prepared to separate herself from Bradley's grasp, but he held onto her tightly.

"There's no need for a thermometer because I don't have a fever," Bradley's voice was deep and husky, his breath softly caressing Freya's face, causing her cheeks to flush.

"But your body feels so hot," she remarked.

Bradley was aware of the scorching heat emanating from his body, making him feel uncomfortable as if he were engulfed in a fiery inferno.

The girl in his arms had just finished bathing, her skin exuding a tempting fragrance and a refreshing coolness, making him feel as if he had discovered an oasis in the desert, leaving him thirsting for more.

His muscles tensed as he realized that every aspect of the girl captivated him, causing an addictive allure. His heart brimmed with a desire to feel her lips against his.

Bradley was never one to suppress his desires. When a thought took hold of him, he acted upon it impulsively. He passionately kissed her rosy lips without warning, and the sweet and enticing scent immediately mingled between their mouths and teeth.

Freya's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at him.

He then kissed her again.

His actions shattered the favorable impression she had of Bradley moments ago. She suddenly felt that this Bradley was a pervert.

A man who, even though he couldn't see, possessed a disturbingly lustful nature.

"Mr. Austin, you're hurting me," Freya pushed against his chest.

With Bradley's deep kiss, he had captured her breath entirely without any defenses. The scent of the mint had an intoxicating effect, leaving her feeling both refreshed and yet strangely pleased.

But as she lifted her head, she couldn't help but notice Bradley's unfocused yet bloodshot eyes.

A surge of restlessness washed over her heart, leaving her puzzled as to how she could sense the beast-like predatory desire in his gaze, even though he was blind.

Freya was shocked, and her struggles grew even more desperate.

"Ow, it hurts!" Bradley bit her lip, and a mixture of a sweet and metallic taste filled his mouth.

The intoxicating breath between them felt like a potent drug as their lips intertwined, causing her heart to race incessantly.

"Are you afraid of pain?" Bradley loosened his grip on her lips slightly, his voice hoarse.

Freya tightly sealed her lips and nodded desperately. "Yes, I'm afraid... afraid of pain."

"Then I'll be gentle," Bradley said, before capturing her lips again, although the kiss was somewhat softer this time.

As their lips met, Bradley found it increasingly difficult to control himself. The enticing scent emanating from the girl was overpowering, making it almost impossible to restrain himself from going further.

However, he forced himself to suppress his desires because he knew she was afraid of the pain. He didn't want to hurt her and hoped that their relationship could progress when she was older.

"Sleep with me again tonight. I promise I won't touch you," Bradley's voice was filled with restraint, husky and low.

Freya glared at him, feeling a mix of anger, confusion, and betrayal. He had promised not to touch her, yet he had just touched her with his hands and lips.

He seemed to explore every inch of her body, his forceful kisses leaving her breathless. In her eyes, he was just a perverted troublemaker using his blindness as an excuse to tease her.

She even questioned whether he was genuinely blind or just pretending.

However, as long as he didn't cross any boundaries, she was willing to sleep beside him. She believed that being there for him and helping him heal was the right thing to do.

She came to understand that Bradley cared for her deeply. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have exerted such control over his urges, choosing to protect her instead. Despite his quirks, it made her see him as somewhat of a gentleman.

Lost in her thoughts, Freya was startled when Bradley picked her up effortlessly and maneuvered his wheelchair closer to the edge of the bed.

She couldn't help but consider the possibilities of what he could do to her given his immense physical strength.

Rumors about Bradley's alleged incapability in certain aspects circulated, but Freya dismissed them as complete nonsense.

He held her in his arms, his grip around her waist firm but respectful.

"Sing me a song," he suddenly requested, his voice hoarse and deep.

Pausing for a moment, Freya replied, "I... I am tone-deaf. I can't sing well."

"No, that's not true," Bradley insisted. "When you were showering earlier, your voice was beautiful."

Bradley had never heard such pure and elegant tones before. Freya's voice flowed like a gentle creek, captivating him completely.

Freya froze, completely surprised that he had heard the song she had just sung.