Just as Freya was about to go downstairs, she heard Bradley's voice sound out from behind her. The bedroom door suddenly swung open, and the man in the wheelchair narrowed his eyes at her with a wicked smile on his lips.

"To prevent you from running away from home again tonight, I have ordered the bodyguards to be on strict guard. Not even a fly can enter the Royal Garden Mansion now, so don't even think about escaping."

Freya had not expected him to see through her plans, so she hurriedly pretended to not understand what he meant. "I'm just thirsty. I wanted to grab a glass of water."

She then ran downstairs, poured herself a glass of water, and guzzled it down.

There was no way to run away, and it was now impossible for Ella to break in. Freya was overwhelmed with frustration. Did she really have to be legally wed to Bradley?

She had hidden herself in Royal Garden Mansion because of the rumors that Bradley was inadequate in that specific aspect. In the end…

To her despair, she realized that he was capable of doing that and was very possessive. It was unwise to provoke him.

Just as she thought that, Frederick returned.

A meaningful smile flashed across his eyes when he spotted Freya.

"Madam, has Mr. Bradley returned?"

Freya did not understand what he meant. She nodded. "He's upstairs."

"Alright. I'll head upstairs then."

Frederick headed straight to the study where he found Bradley waiting for him while standing before the French windows.

There was a secret door connecting Bradley's bedroom and study, allowing him to come and go as he pleased.

"What is the situation with the Lawson family?" Bradley coldly asked. Rage was simmering in his dark eyes.

"Mrs. Lawson suffered a miscarriage. Bruce left the mansion overnight. It seems like he went to plead with Arthur."

Before leaving the Lawson Mansion, Frederick arranged for a bodyguard to stay behind to keep an eye on the situation. The bodyguard had just messaged him that the entire family was in chaos as Bruce had beaten up his wife and daughter before stomping off.

"And the Austins?" Bradley asked.

"Ethan has been brought back home and personally punished by Old Mr. Austin. I hear his leg was broken, and he's now bedridden."

Bradley nodded. He was well aware of Owen's temper. As Owen was someone who had always placed heavy emphasis on the family reputation, the scandal Ethan caused had undoubtedly poked the hornet's nest.

Freya's actions had not only humiliated the Lawson family, but they had also publicly humiliated the Austins. Tomorrow morning, the entire city would likely be talking about the birthday banquet.

She had killed two birds with one stone. How brilliant!

"By the way, Old Mr. Austin just called me. He wants you to bring your wife home for a visit within the next two days."

"I understand."

Bradley waved a hand in response. Freya had attracted a lot of attention throughout the evening. Owen had likely seen her too.

"Oh, right. I'll be getting legally married tomorrow. Get everything ready."

"Yes, Mr. Bradley!"

Frederick was delighted. Was Bradley's willingness to be legally married to Freya a sign that he had fully accepted her?

…

Freya returned to her room. Just as she stepped out of the shower, she heard Bradley call out to her from outside.

"Freya, come help me."

She shrank her neck backward. What did he want now?

Bradley could see everything now, so she could not just do whatever she wanted when he was around. After changing into a conservative outfit, she walked toward the master bedroom.

He wanted them to be legally married. The bodyguards downstairs were stopping her from running away. Now, her only option was to make Bradley happy. Perhaps he would change his mind if his mood improved.

When she arrived at the bedroom, she found Bradley sitting in the wheelchair with his shirt halfway unbuttoned that leaved a large swathe of attractive tanned skin. His hair was wet. It was clear he had just taken a shower.

"What are your orders, Mr. Bradley?"

Freya stood behind him and gazed at him with unblinking and wide eyes.

He pointed to his wet hair. "Help me wash my hair."

"Okay."

She would just be washing his hair, not helping with a bathe. She could do that.

Freya grabbed the shower head and wet his hair before applying some shampoo and starting to massage the liquid in.

Bradley's hair was thick, black, and shiny. It felt like top-quality silk, and it looked very smooth and glossy after the wash.

Bradley closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her fingers massaging his scalp.

"Grandpa wants us to visit home in the next two days. Do you want to go with me?" he asked in a low voice as his bright, starry eyes slowly opened. The world seemed brighter because of that.

For some reason, after Bradley regained his eyesight, Freya suddenly found that he was not ugly at all.

She could not help but think of the photo Ella sent, the one of the man standing at the beach where he stood tall and strong while wearing just a pair of swim trunks. Even from the back, he exuded a strong and powerful aura.

Bradley had to have been very handsome previously. Perhaps he was a top-tier handsome man like Adams.

"What are you thinking? You're drooling!"

The long moment of silence made Bradley look up into her watery eyes that shone as bright as obsidians. As she had just showered, there was a refreshing fragrance emanating from her that was as alluring as poison. It caused him to take a few deep breaths of it as his heart uncontrollably throbbed.

Her slender figure might be hidden by her conservative nightwear, but it could not conceal her sensuality.

Her beauty and figure could easily arouse any man's desire to have her.

Freya slowly came back to reality and wiped the corners of her mouth. There was no drool. It was clear that he was just playing a prank on her.

When he was blind, his hands kept roaming. Now that he had his eyesight back, they were equally as mischievous.

She pouted and playfully whined, "You lied! I'm not drooling."

He smiled and wrapped a hand around her slender waist to gently pull him into his embrace. Freya exclaimed, and the foam on her hands were smeared all over his face.

Hahaha!

Soon, the bathroom was filled with the sound of laughter.

Bradley was not angry though and let her continue to fool around with smearing his face with the bubbly foam. When she was satisfied with her work, he abruptly pulled her into the bathtub with a twist.

"I've already taken a shower, Mr. Bradley. I don't need another."

Freya thought she had gone too far. Now, she had stirred up trouble.

He smirked. "It's fine. Accompany me for another bath."

"No!"

Freya tried to escape, but his arms locked her into his embrace. There was a mysterious smile on his lips.

"You haven't answered my question."

"What question?" She blinked her doe-like eyes.

"Grandpa wants us to visit."

As he spoke, his warm breath brushed across her nose. Freya looked up at him and met his cold, black eyes. There was an inscrutable gleam in his eyes that, for some reason, made her heart skip a beat.

Bradley looked down at her, and the sight of her flushed ears made his smirk widen.

Every time she felt embarrassed, her ears would turn red.