"If it's you who make the first move, it shouldn't count as me breaking the agreement, right?"

Bradley did not want to let go of Freya. He had promised not to touch her before to give her time, but James' appearance gave him a new sense of urgency. He did not want to wait any longer.

From the footage, it could be seen that Freya did not reject James. Although she eventually pushed him away, the guilt in her eyes were hard to conceal.

James had helped Freya in the past, and she could not help but feel indebted to him. Bradley was a man who could not tolerate others getting too close to his woman.

"Bradley Austin, you're taking advantage of the situation…"

Freya blushed as if she had eaten something spicy. Fierce and unstoppable waves of heat rose from her lower abdomen.

She was careless. She should not have believed in Bradley's lies. Now, all he wanted was to make her his, trapping her.

"You have been refusing to be with me all this time. Is it because of James?"

She had previously acted naive and innocent, but now she was no longer a fool and was calling him by his full name. How quickly she changed her attitude!

That made the urge to completely make her his even stronger.

"N-No…"

Freya felt extremely uncomfortable and used her last bit of rationality to reluctantly spit out a reply.

Bradley glanced at her. His body was heating up as well.

Due to the effects of the drug, Freya's body was burning hot, and beads of sweat had appeared on her fair, delicate skin. Her soft long hair was soaked through and stuck to her cheeks while the beads of sweat rolled down her face into her collarbone. It was a very alluring image.

In discomfort, she tightly bit her lip. Her lips were bleeding from her efforts to suppress the drug.

Bradley's Adam's apple bobbed as he instinctively tugged at his collar. His dark and cold eyes faintly glowed with flames in them.

"Why then?"

The voice that came out of his throat was dry and hoarse. He was not drugged, but he was more stirred up than her.

Freya did not speak. She resisted his approach, yet longed to be closer to him.

Her conflicting emotions made her very uncomfortable.

Her entire body was heating up. She yearned to be embraced. Uncontrollably, she wrapped her arms around his neck as she gazed into his black eyes.

Her lashes trembled, blinking away teardrops from hazy and intoxicated eyes. She would occasionally bite her lip, finally pushing Bradley out of control. He pinned her down on the bed.

Just as he wanted to have his way with her, Freya started softly murmuring to herself.

"Mom was murdered. I have a blood feud to settle. Before I get justice for Mom, I cannot…"

She blinked. Her mind was spinning. It seemed like she had subconsciously uttered those facts, yet every word she said shook him to the core.

He hesitated for a few seconds before suppressing the urge to possess her and gently pulling her into his arms.

"As I said before, you can completely rely on me. I can help you get revenge. Just stay by my side and be my wife."

"You've also said you won't lay a hand on me…"

Everything was spinning. The face before her gradually split into two, Bradley and Adams, before merging back into one person.

It felt like that time in the Lawson Mansion.

For some reason, there was a voice in her head that kept telling her that the man before her was also Adams.

"Bradley, I've already told you my secrets. Can you be honest with me as well?"

Freya slowly reached out and gently stroked his scars. The skin felt as rough as tree bark, a very uncomfortable feeling, but she kept touching it as if she was trying to peel off fake skin.

Bradley hesitated. Should I come clean?

Just then, Freya snuggled into his arms and turned around, accidentally brushing her lips against his Adam's apple.

Boom!

It felt like molten lava was running through his head. With a loud bang, the lava broke open his brain and rushed through every inch of it, vanishing Bradley's rationality. He fiercely kissed Freya's lips.

Like someone who found water after traveling through the desert, he wanted more. At that moment, Bradley felt like this tiny bit of intimacy was far from enough.

His kiss was domineering and intense, as if he wanted to devour her whole.

Freya's eyelashes trembled lightly. All she could see was the scene from that day in the Lawson Mansion where Adams had also kissed her in the same way. His kiss was rushed at first, but then he was extremely careful as if he cherished her.

At that moment, Freya was certain that the person in front of her was Adams.

With that thought in mind, she gave the man's cheeks a hard tug as if she was trying to tear something away.

Meanwhile, Bradley, who was on the verge of losing control, suddenly felt his fake skin being torn. His rationality gradually returned, and he tightly held her restless hands against his chest.

She was becoming suspicious.

Just a little more, and she would have exposed his disguise!

Freya's eyelashes trembled as she forced herself to open her eyes.

What she saw before her was the same face with burn marks and blazing red eyes.

"Bradley, I know you're disguised. Take off the mask!"

She had never been so certain before. The feeling from just now was definitely real. Despite being drugged, her mind was still clear.

"Actually, your recovery of eyesight is not accidental, but because you have always been able to see."

Freya gently pushed him away and used her silver needles to control the drug's effects once more. Her bright eyes gradually became clearer. "Like me, you seek revenge. That's why you choose to be a wolf in sheep's clothing, waiting for the perfect opportunity for vengeance. Am I right?"

Bradley crossed his arms and listened to her speak.

Yes, he was indeed looking for an opportunity to strike a blow against Arthur.

He just never expected that his motives would be exposed by a 19-year-old girl.

Bradley raised an eyebrow, and asked with lips curling into a smile, "Are you sure?"

"There is no mistake. I touched your skin just now. It's fake."

Freya confidently continued, "I have touched disfigured patients before. Their skin lacks elasticity, but your skin is very soft, like it's not the real thing."

Bradley remained silent, his smile widening while his gaze became even more intense as he looked at her.

Freya blushed under his gaze. Pursing her lips, she exclaimed "Say something!"

"How can I say anything when you're so sure?"

Freya pressed her lips together. She had just been guessing. The reason she was so certain was because she wanted to force him to tell the truth, but his usual calm demeanor made her feel uncertain.

He was a master at disguise.

If he remained silent, no one would know what he was thinking. Even if he spoke, it would be hard to tell how much of it was true.

She simply could not figure him out!