As Freya and Bradley left the office, she heard the couples in line talking about how they were definitely true love.

She found it amusing, if it were not for the mask on Bradley's face, these people might have said that she showed exceptional courage by marrying a disfigured man.

Back in the car, Freya was still in a daze.

Out of nowhere, she had somehow ended up legally married to Bradley. In the future, she would probably have to find a way to force this man to divorce her.

Bradley saw through her thoughts in one glance, and it made him smile slightly.

No matter what she wanted to do next, she was now his lawful wife. He could exercise all the rights he had as her husband.

Forcing him to divorce? Over his dead body!

The car slowly drove back to the Royal Garden Mansion. When they arrived at the entrance, bodyguards came up to the car to open the doors. Bradley got into his wheelchair.

As soon as Freya stepped out of the car, she was immediately pulled onto his lap by one of his strong arms.

"Mr. Bradley, you promised not to force me into anything!" she exclaimed as she struggled.

"I'm not forcing you into anyone. I'm just carrying you home. The bride's feet cannot touch the ground." His voice was as calm as a still lake in a clear attempt to soothe her.

Freya was puzzled as she had never heard of that custom before.

"Madam, this is a rule among the Austins."

Frederick held back a smile. He had not expected Bradley to make up a like just to placate his wife.

"Oh, right. Inform home that Freya and I will be visiting tomorrow." Bradley then carried Freya into the house and up to the bedroom before he let her down.

Freya heaved a sigh of relief. Now that we're inside the house, I can get back on my feet, right?

Just as she moved to get off the bed, Bradley stopped her and hoarsely said, "You can't get off the bed until tomorrow morning."

"What if I need to use the bathroom?" Freya was baffled. What kind of custom is this?

"Call for me. I'll carry you over."

"Huh?"

Freya was dumbfounded. If he carried her to the bathroom, did that not mean she could need his help to bathe as well?

What sort of ridiculous custom was this? Was he just lying to her?

Bradley watched the emotions warring on her face with a smile on his face. "I'll have Rosa bring the food up here. I'll eat with you."

With that said, he turned to leave the room.

Suddenly, Freya remembered something and called out to him, "What about my necklace? Has it been repaired?"

The necklace was very important to her. Even if it could not be repaired, she had to get it back.

Once she had the necklace, she would find a chance to start trouble during the visit to the Lawson family in order to make Bradley divorce her.

"The necklace is quite old. It will take some time to repair it. Give it some time." Bradley knew all too well what she wanted to do. If he gave her the necklace, he would never be able to keep her by his side.

He then pulled out a small red velvet-covered and heart-shaped box from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Since we're legally married, you will have what you should have. Wear it tomorrow when we head back to the Austin Mansion."

Inside the delicate box was a ring with a dazzling pigeon-egg-sized.

Freya was stunned just after taking one look at it.

"I can't get down on one knee to propose to you, but I can put it on for you." He held her hand and pulled the ring out of the box to put it on her ring finger. Freya tried to pull back, but he put the ring on before she could.

"You've worn my ring. From today onward, you really are mine."

He then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace before burying his head into her shoulder. Her unique, enchanting and pure fragrance easily aroused his love and made him unwilling to let her go.

His hot breath brushed against Freya's neck, causing her to shiver. In her panic, she pushed at his chest.

He was always taking advantage of her, making her feel like she was in constant danger.

Just as she thought that, she felt an itch on her neck. When she realized what happened, she immediately pushed him away with blushing cheeks.

"Mr. Bradley, you cannot lay a hand on me."

"I did nothing. I just kissed you," he said as he reluctantly looked up to meet her watery eyes with a pitiful look in his eyes.

Freya pursed her lips and looked down at the wedding ring on her ring finger. It felt like she had fallen for a trap.

For some reason, Bradley felt very mysterious to her. No matter what she planned, he would instantly see through it. However, she did not know a single thing about him.

Ever since she entered the Royal Garden Mansion, he had never mentioned his family or anything about his past.

He always lived in a world she could not enter, constantly disguising himself with a mask. Freya pitied him, yet she was afraid of him and did not want to be involved with him at all.

Bradley stroked her hair. "I'll have to handle some things in my study. Stay in the bed. Call me if you need anything."

Freya looked at him and nodded.

She was eager for him to leave so that he would not start getting handsy with her again.

Once he was gone, she immediately pulled off the wedding ring and started playing with it.

The diamond on the ring was quite expensive. It had to be worth millions.

Bradley was truly generous when it came to her, always buying her designer clothes and expensive jewelry that cost at least six-figures. Even if Owen doted on him, there was no way Owen would allow him to splurge on everything, right?

Bradley mentioned he would be in the study to deal with something. As someone who was mobile and was previously blind, what could he be doing?

Freya placed the ring back into the red velvet box before lying back on the bed as she thought of the trip back to the Austin Mansion on the next day.

Just like that, she spent the whole day in bed. She even ate while sitting on the bed. By the time it was evening, she finally could not bear it any longer.

Just as she was about to move off the bed to get a breath of fresh air, Bradley entered the room.

"Didn't I say you can't touch the ground? Why are you off the bed?" He had immediately grabbed her foot and lifted it away from the floor when he saw that the tips of her toes were about to touch the floor.

She shrank back. "It has been a whole day of being in bed. It's uncomfortable."

What was this nonsense about not being allowed to walk around? She had walked into the house on her own two feet on the day she married him.

Did he really think she was an actual fool who could be easily cheated and placated?

Bradley smiled. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"Okay!" Freya happily replied, completely unaware of the teasing look in his eyes.

Without saying a single word, Bradley pulled her into his arms. "I'll carry you then."

She let out a gasp upon realizing she was sitting on his lap once more.

"P-Put me down! I don't want to break your legs by sitting on them."

He softly chuckled. "It's fine. The doctor said stimulation might help. Perhaps I'll be able to stand up once more."

Freya was rendered speechless.

He had been shamelessly taking advantage of her, yet he wanted stimulation.

His legs might need stimulation, but this was not the right kind of stimulation!

As Frederick and Rosa watched them descend the stairs, they exchanged a smile with each other.

How nice it was. Finally, Royal Garden Mansion was no longer silent and foreboding. The past gloominess had been replaced by the couple's chatter.

This was what a home should feel like.