Freya bit her lip and ignored his intense gaze as she asked, "When did you regain your eyesight?"

"Just now. It happened out of nowhere."

Upon hearing that, Freya swiftly grabbed his wrist and checked his pulse.

The main reason Bradley lost his eyesight was due to pressure against his nerves. Recently, she had been using acupuncture to improve his blood circulation. It was not impossible for him to suddenly regain his eyesight.

His pulse felt steady now, not agitated and restless. Well, a person's mindset was a crucial factor as well.

"Amazing! Your life won't be pitch black anymore."

Freya was overjoyed and bounced up and down. However, she instantly stopped and gasped in pain while tears streamed down her face.

Seeing that, Bradley pulled her back onto his lap and carried her over to the bed before going to get the first aid kit.

Before she knew it, he had gently lifted her calves and placed them on his thighs.

Freya froze.

She soon snapped back to her senses and instinctively tried to pull her legs back.

However, Bradley was faster and immediately grabbed her. In a low and commanding voice, he instructed, "Don't move."

He then pulled out a bottle of disinfectant from the first aid kit and poured some directly onto her wound.

Hiss!

Freya sharply hissed in pain.

Was he treating her wound or marinating her legs?

However, her train of thoughts immediately shifted because he was now blowing on her wound.

Her mind instantly went blank.

His heated breath brushed across her skin, making her blush as her breathing grew erratic. The unease made her push him away.

"M-Mr. Bradley, I can do it myself."

Bradley paused as a glint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"You don't like being touched by me, do you?"

That was not what Freya meant. She was a doctor, so she could deal with her own wounds herself. In the end, he misinterpreted her words.

She pursed her lips. "That's not it."

"No?" He coldly snorted. "You just don't like my touch because I'm ugly. The man who carried you back just now was so handsome. You looked like you really enjoyed being on his back."

Freya's entire being felt numb.

Bradley saw everything then.

More importantly, she even lied to him and claimed she had walked home by herself.

"Mr. Bradley, it's not what you think. Hear me out!" Freya started rambling. "That was Mr. Adams who helped me out today. It just so happened that he didn't drive and lives near here. That's why Mr. Johnson gave him a ride. There was a traffic jam on the way, so we walked."

"Walked? I saw him carry you with my own eyes. You were even chatting and laughing." Bradley's eyes were ablaze and a dangerous aura enveloped him as he grabbed her by the chin. "The man outside clearly looked much more handsome. It's obvious you despise me."

While the man he was referring to was himself, Bradley still did not like it.

That dislike grew when she resisted his touch. It made him feel uneasy.

"I do not. Mr. Adams only carried me because my feet were burning in pain when we were nearly home."

There was no way Freya could clarify the situation. Why must he regain his eyesight this very night out of all days?

Now, she was caught red-handed. Nothing she could do could clear her name.

"You were smiling at him, and you were so gently with him. Were the two of you tonight together the entire time?" Bradley aggressively questioned. He knew full well she was not that kind of woman. After all, she had kept her distance from him the entire time. Still, he could not resist testing her.

"Which of your eyes saw that I smiled at Adams? You're clearly delusional!" Freya spat out, furious. "Anyway, where were you when I was being bullied by the Lawson family? If Adams hadn't helped me, my reputation would have been in tatters."

That made Bradley's heart skip as he stared into her innocent, wide eyes with his dark and deep eyes.

"Are you blaming me for it?"

"I wouldn't dare. You're Mr. Bradley. What you say goes." Freya pouted and haughtily looked away.

To think she had harshly punished Ethan for him, yet he was ungrateful enough to lecture her. He was annoying!

"I'll protect you. I promise that the one who will be by your side next time will be me."

Bradley's eyes darkened. This time, he appeared as Adams. The next time, he wanted her to know that person was him.

After the conversation, he focused on cleaning and dressing her wound without saying another word.

The air turned tense. Freya did not push him away as she did not want him getting jealous again over nothing and sulking about how she hated him.

If she truly despised him, she would not have arrived at the Royal Garden Mansion. She would not have even tried to cure him or even stand up for him.

In reality, Freya did not blame him for it either. Those with disabilities always had peculiar temperaments and low self-esteem. It was normal for him to be furious about the appearance of Adams, a handsome and healthy man, in her life.

"Mr. Bradley, I really don't dislike you. I swear."

Freya raised her hands up and sincerely looked at him.

He finished wrapping the gauze around her feet and smiled. "Since you don’t dislike me, when do you plan on consummating our marriage?"

"Ah!"

Freya was startled and blushed hard. "No. L-Let's wait a while longer."

If she had known this would happen, she would not have fanned the flames of passion. Now, she had gotten herself into trouble.

"It's okay if we don't consummate. Let's get legally married first."

Bradley had thought it over. First, he would tie her down with a marriage certificate. Then, he would slowly win her over.

She was not a fool. Instead, she was quite intelligent. Once she completed her revenge, she would definitely leave him. He would never give her that chance.

The only solution he had was to truly marry her.

Freya started to panic.

If she was to be truly married to him, she would never be able to escape his grasp.

"What? You don't want to?"

He grabbed her chin and stared deep into her eyes, leaving her no chance to shift away. More importantly, she could see her reflection in his eyes, causing her breaths to come out in harsh pants.

Freya gulped. "I'm already your bride. Why do we need to be legally registered?"

"There's no proof, no legitimacy. With how beautiful you are, I worry you might run away." Bradley leaned in close with dark eyes. "Perhaps you mean to say you don't want to marry me at all. Do you like Mr. Adams?"

"I don't." Freya had a headache. Why are we back at this again?

"If you don't, you'll marry me."

After saying that, he let her go and left the room.

Freya's head was pounding. She did not want to be legally married to him. However, if she resisted too much, Bradley would definitely be suspicious.

What should I do?

After a few moments of consideration, Freya decided discretion was the better part of valor. It was better to leave now.