Bradley's entire being had been lit on fire from the temptation. He had wanted to have his way with her, but she was fast asleep. Her innocent and unguarded figure made it feel like it would be sinful for him to defile her.

In the end, he could not bear to do it and just let it be.

Freya bit her lip. How could she have been so careless? She had rested next to the danger without a single clue. Thankfully, nothing happened last night. Otherwise, there would be nothing she could do now.

"Get up and wash up. It's time for us to get our marriage certificate."

Bradley chuckled before getting into the wheelchair and leaving the room in a good mood.

Freya got up as well. Her mind was in turmoil. Was she really going to get married to him?

When he first sent for her, she had been thankful that he was impotent. However, now that she knew he could do it, getting married to him meant he would be entitled to do that to her.

However, if she did not get married to him, he would definitely want to have his way with her.

As she thought, she heard the wheelchair squeaking outside the door. Freya hurriedly hid under the blanket.

"Freya, if you don't get up, I'll carry you."

She shuddered upon hearing that. Without hesitation, she jumped out of bed and headed into the bathroom to freshen up. Whatever. She would pacify him first before finding a chance to divorce him.

After breakfast, they got into the car and headed to the county office.

Bradley had specifically worn a mask as well. As Freya looked at his side profile, she was reminded of how similar he was to Adams.

She had initially thought the similarity was in their eyes, but the way they held themselves were identical the moment Bradley had a mask on.

She just could not figure out what the problem was.

Bradley smirked when he saw her looking at him. "What? Do you think I'm so ugly that it's embarrassing to be seen with me?"

Freya shook her head and hurriedly replied, "Not at all. I just feel like you look very similar to someone I know."

"Who is it?"

"Mr. Adams, the man who walked me home last night. Your eyes are the same, and you look so much like each other with a mask on."

Hearing that, he narrowed his eyes and grabbed her hand. "You are getting married to me. How can you still think about another man?"

Freya was confused.

Suddenly, she realized she had been too honest and misspoken.

Last night, Bradley had been furious because Adams had walked her home. Now, she had compared the two men to each other. There was no doubt she had provoked his anger.

"I mean nothing by it. Don't overthink it."

However, Bradley grabbed her and abruptly pinned her against the car door. His entire body radiated an aura of danger. "You still find me repulsive. You think the other men are more attractive than me. That's why you don't want to get married to me."

"I don't."

However, she tried to explain it now, he would misunderstand her.

When Frederick, who was driving, saw what was happening, he let out a helpless chuckle. Was Bradley jealous of himself?

"No? All you think about is that man. Do you like him?"

Bradley then took off his mask, revealing his ugly face while staring deep into her eyes with his cold and sharp eyes.

Freya knew he could be very dangerous when angry, so she quickly held her hand up and swore, "I don't like him. I swear."

"Who do you like then?" he insistently asked.

Freya hesitated. She really did not know how to answer that.

After the masked boy she met twelve years ago, she had thought of waiting for him to take her away. Then, she would cling to him and never leave. However, that was a sort of reliance. It was not truly love.

As for Adams, they had only met three times. It was already a stretch to call him acquaintances.

As for Bradley, she did not hate him. Still, she did not like him either…

It seemed like these were the only three men in her life. The others were all just guests passing through.

"Do you like me?"

Noticing her silence, Bradley asked once more.

Freya knew he would be furious if she said she did not like him, so she took a deep breath and just threw out a statement that would pacify him.

"I don't hate you."

While Bradley was not entirely happy with that answer, he still let it go. As long as she did not hate him, then there would be plenty of time for him to make her like him.

The Royal Garden Mansion was located not far away from the county office. In about twenty minutes, they had arrived.

As it was a good day for marriages, there were many in the queue.

Frederick went ahead to grab their queue number while Bradley and Freya sat in the car in silence.

"I plan to leave the photo section blank. We'll take one once you can accept the way I look," Bradley blankly said in a way that made it hard for anyone to know what he was feeling.

He put the mask back on again and unbuckled his seatbelt to get out of the car.

Just then, a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist.

"I don't dislike you!" Freya looked at him with firm and sincere eyes. "Although I was afraid the first time I met you, it was because of the rumors that spoke badly of you.

"During our time together, I realized you're not what they say you are. When I'm being bullied, you would protect me. You even repaired my necklace and bought me nice clothes. You're nice to me."

That was the truth. Except for how restless he was around her, he was truly nice to her.

Bradley stared at her for a long time as something flickered in his cold eyes.

"Mr. Adams has helped me multiple times, but I'm only grateful to him. I only allowed him to carry me yesterday because my feet hurt. If you don't like how close I was to him, then I won't see him again. Still, can you promise me that after we're married, you won't force me into anything?"

Her eyes shimmered, seemingly with tears, as she spoke. Her eyes looked so much like pure and flawless crystals that it stirred something in Bradley.

"You speak so fluently that you don't seem simple-minded," he said.

She bit her lip. As she had been acting a little too normal lately, Bradley had started to suspect her.

She had always hesitated, wondered if she should come clean about the fact that she was not simple-minded.

However, she was worried he would be angry. After all, she had lied to him.

Her emotions warred within her, and she would always feel a sense of guilt especially when Bradley was nice to her.

"Mr. Bradley, I…"

She had decided to confess.

Just then, Bradley's phone rang, interrupting her.

It was a call from Frederick, notifying them that it was their turn.

They got out of the car. With Bradley in the wheelchair, Freya pushed him into the office.

Their appearance caused the couples waiting in line to turn to look at them.

Bradley rarely appeared in public, so he felt very uneasy to be stared at. Still, with the mask on his face, no one could tell who he was. All they knew was that he was just a cripple.

Frederick had notified the office to leave the photo blank. After exchanging their vows, they received their marriage certificate.