Since childhood, Freya had possessed an extraordinary singing voice, with her first song becoming her signature piece. Even later, her melodic tunes could be heard resonating throughout the streets of the whole country.

Freya sang him a song called "Dear Baby." It was one of her cherished songs that held a special place in her heart as it was a melody her late mother used to sing to her frequently.

As she opened her mouth and began to sing the heartfelt lyrics, Bradley was instantly captivated. Time seemed to freeze as he locked his gaze onto her face, filled with awe and disbelief.

Her voice was akin to celestial bliss, with the lyrics evoking warmth within Bradley, soothing his inner turmoil and restlessness.

She was like a puzzle that was impossible to decipher.

After finishing the song, Freya gazed at Bradley with a playful smile and asked, "Did you like it?"

Without any hesitation, Bradley showered her with praise, "It was beyond amazing," he chimed, his hand gently running through her soft hair.

This intimate gesture held a profound meaning, igniting a blush on Freya's face and causing her heart to race uncontrollably.

Apart from her mother, Freya had never encountered anyone who treated her with such tenderness and affection. Bradley was the second person to do so.

"Sing another one," Bradley requested, closing his eyes and speaking in a low, husky voice.

Her soothing voice reminded him of a girl he had met as a child.

"You're hurt, aren't you? Does it still hurt? I'll sing you a song, and all that pain will melt away."

During a perilous mountain incident, Bradley found himself saved by a young girl. Covered in blood, his appearance frightened her, yet she bravely approached and began softly humming songs in an attempt to alleviate his pain and fear. Her voice was just as ethereal and pure as Freya's, momentarily soothing his pain.

Grateful for the girl's intervention, Bradley promised her a favor, offering her anything she desired. As a token of his gratitude, he gifted her a whistle made of wolf tooth.

"I really want to leave this place. Can you help me escape?" Bradley recalled the pleading gaze in the girl's eyes, and a twinge of sorrow tugged at his heart.

"Very well, wait for me here tomorrow morning. I will take you away," he replied.

However, that same night, an unexpected fire engulfed his house, making it impossible for him to fulfill his promise.

As Freya's voice resonated through the air with her soothing singing, Bradley found himself effortlessly transported back to memories of the past. He had been relentlessly searching for the girl for years, only to find her disappearance shrouded in mystery.

Under the enchantment of Freya's melodic singing, Bradley remembered that girl.

The harmonious notes reverberated in his ears as he closed his eyes and surrendered to the tranquility, eventually succumbing to a deep slumber.

Upon hearing his steady breathing, Freya took a deep breath herself and retrieved a silver needle, ready to treat him.

Unbeknownst to her, Bradley had already awakened when the needle pierced his skin, yet he chose to feign asleep, allowing this young and naive girl to attend to him.

It became evident to Bradley that the girl possessed medical knowledge as he felt an indescribable relief wash over him with each needle insertion. The faint throbbing in his mind also subsided, alleviated by the strategic placements of the silver needles.

Having been informed by Xavier that acupuncture could benefit the blood clots in his head, Bradley deliberately led Freya to believe that he required rest and allowed her to diligently treat him.

With the acupuncture points duly cleared, Freya silently positioned herself beside his bed, clutching a whistle made of wolf-tooth that she had retrieved from around her neck.

When she was little, she had patiently waited for the young boy to fulfill his promise of taking her away, even repeatedly blowing the wolf-tooth whistle. However, he never appeared in the end.

Thoughts swirled in her mind, contemplating whether he had forgotten about their agreement or her altogether.

Freya let out a sigh and carefully stored away the whistle. She delicately removed the silver needles from Bradley's head before lying beside him, closing her eyes.

The fear of him no longer gripped her as long as he didn't force her to do anything. Plus, his physical appearance held no significance to her anymore.

Drowsiness enveloped her, causing Freya to drift into a tranquil dreamland.

As the sound of steady breathing registered in his ears, Bradley suddenly opened his eyes and gazed at her peaceful face.

She possessed a remarkable beauty, with long, curled lashes resembling a paintbrush and rosy, full lips. Even in her sleep, her lips would subtly move, effortlessly igniting a flutter in Bradley's heart.

Enthralled, Bradley lowered his head and indulged in the tender connection of their lips, relishing the moment as if it were a delicious feast.

His kisses grew too intense that Freya felt a hint of suffocation. Her eyelashes trembled, and she abruptly opened her eyes.

Bradley's radiant, star-like eyes reflected in her gaze, revealing a concentrated spark within them. Startled by this unexpected accident, Freya widened her eyes, murmuring in astonishment, "Mr. Austin, can you see me?"

Her anticipation turned to disappointment as Bradley's hand gently traced her face, leaving her doubting if she had misinterpreted his earlier expression.

However, she still thought that there seemed to be a unique emotion in his eyes just moments ago.

"Relax. I am blind," Bradley's cold voice broke through her unrealistic fantasies and brought her back to reality.

Her words slipped out, tinged with disappointment, "If only you could see."

Narrowing his eyes, Bradley lifted her chin with a gentle touch. His deep, mesmerizing voice filled the air, "Even without sight, I know that your appearance is far from ordinary."

Initially caught off guard by his touch, Freya's face flushed instantly.

“Damn rascal! Sick pervert! How dare you touch me?" she thought indignantly.

She found his remark about her appearance being "far from ordinary" even more contemptible.

Feeling the urge to strike Bradley, she seethed with anger. He always exploited his blindness and took advantage of her, always with pinpoint accuracy that made her question if he was indeed blind.

Meanwhile, Bradley observed the blush on her face, and a smirk played on his lips.

It amused him to tease this innocent girl, like a child unaware of the complexities of the world. She would blush profoundly every time he teased her.

"I'm tired and want to go to sleep," Freya muttered under her breath, pulling the blanket over her face in an attempt to hide her embarrassment.

Bradley's eyes glimmered with mischievous intelligence as he settled beside her. His hands, strong yet lean, encircled her slender waist, and a playful smile danced on his lips.

"Then, I'll hold you as we sleep," he declared. Freya felt his hands, tinged with confidence, slipping beneath the blanket, causing her to freeze, too afraid to move.

She had an urge to cry. Bradley seemed to believe that his blindness granted him the freedom to misbehave and made her wonder whether did being blind absolve him of any wrongdoing.

Thankfully, he only held her, refraining from any further advances. Freya fought off drowsiness for half the night, determined to resist sleep, but eventually succumbed and drifted off.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window onto the double bed. Freya woke to find Bradley's absence, realizing he must have risen early, as he often did.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Mrs. Austin, Mr. Austin has arranged for a hairdresser to restyle your hair. Please come down once you're ready," Frederick informed her.

Freya was slightly surprised after knowing that Bradley had thoughtfully arranged for a hairdresser to come to the house. A tiny flicker of appreciation ignited within her.

But as thoughts of his actions from the previous night resurfaced, any trace of gratitude dissipated instantly.

"What a pervert! He's not impotent at all!" she thought in anger.