"Alright. I'll let you two discuss this matter first. We can invite the Lawson family over to have a meal together. All the formalities must be observed," Owen decisively said.

"I understand. Dad, it's getting late. You should turn in early."

Bradley respectfully nodded and glanced at Freya.

"Let's talk in our room."

Freya was still thinking about how to sabotage the marriage. Thus, upon hearing that, she blankly looked up at him.

"What are we going to talk about?"

Bradley smiled as he picked her up and headed toward the door.

"Let's discuss whether we would be holding the wedding first or have a child first."

He had spoken so softly that only she could hear it, and it made Freya blush hard.

As if I want to marry him!

As if I want to have his child!

"You can't force me to do this!"

Bradley's cold and dark eyes narrowed as he said, "This is a request from my father. I'm not breaking our agreement."

Freya hated his response so much that she gritted her teeth. He was deliberately teasing her, treating her like she was a fool.

However, she had nothing to refute with. She could only bite her lip in annoyance as she looked at him with innocent eyes. "Can we postpone the wedding?"

"When should we have it then?"

Bradley did not plan on compromising. The wedding banquet would happen sooner or later. It just depended on his mood.

"At least not before I have my revenge!" Freya blinked up at him and said in a pleading voice.

After spending some time together, she had somewhat grasped Bradley's personality. Provoking him could be deadly, but when angered, he was like a ferocious wild beast.

If she acted coy with him, he would do his best to indulge her. However, any resistance would lead to persistent efforts to make her cry.

Bradley looked at her wide eyes and raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry. After the banquet is over, we can seek revenge. When our child is born, he can also help you bully the scum, okay?"

"No way! You're just trying to placate me again." Freya covered her ears, not wanting to listen to him.

Bradley raised an eyebrow. She had seen through his lie.

He reached out and stroked her hair, saying, "Women all like to be placated. Only you don't like it. You're so silly!"

"I am silly and always have been!" Freya huffed.

He laughed and took her hand.

Freya warily looked at him, immediately shrinking back. "What are you up to now?"

"Look into my eyes. Behave."

Freya lifted her head to glance at him, but her reflection in his eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"I promise I won't touch you." Bradley looked down at her as his expression suddenly turned serious. "I know that agreeing to marry me must put you in a difficult position. However, one thing you must be clear about is that whether or not there is a wedding banquet, you are already my wife."

His icy voice was unquestionably stern, leaving Freya stunned.

He's very domineering and possessive.

Freya suddenly felt slightly afraid of him. It was not because of his appearance, but because of his imposing manner that always made her feel suffocated.

Although he did not explicitly say it, Freya understood that he was reminding her to maintain a distance from James.

She did not need to be told. She knew that.

James was a gentleman known for his elegance. She had never harbored any romantic fantasies about him, so they could only be considered close friends with no romance involved.

"Alright. As long as you keep your promise to help me find Herbie and don't force me into anything, I will fulfill my duty as your wife!"

It was a fair deal.

Bradley and she were allies.

They were tied together by revenge, and they would separate once their revenge was over.

As long as he did not touch her, she could play along.

Bradley looked at her, and she was looked back at him. In the end, the two of them instinctively interlocked pinkies.

"In the future, you can freely use the resources of the Royal Garden Mansion. I won't restrict your freedom, but you must promise me that you must be home before 8:00 p.m. every night."

Freya frowned. Another condition?

"I'll take a bath first."

After saying that, the man turned and headed toward the bathroom.

When he reached the door, he paused, looked back at Freya to solemnly say, "By the way, as my wife, one of your responsibilities should include helping me bathe, right?"

Freya was at a loss for words.

She had forgotten to add another condition about not helping him dress and bathe.

"Can I add another condition?" She felt like crying.

"It's too late. Your future job is not only to treat me, but also to help me bathe and get dressed." Bradley glanced at her with a playful shine in his eyes. "Of course, you can also choose to bathe with me."

Freya blushed deeply.

As soon as they had agreed to the terms, he had started teasing her.

How much of what he says is true?

She did not move, wanting to ignore him.

Bradley noticed her red ears, which put him in a good mood. He let out a soft chuckle before heading into the bathroom.

The bathroom door closing behind him made Freya let out a sigh of relief before she turned toward the wardrobe, ready to take out a set of clothes to change into.

Due to the drug, she had sweated a lot. Now, the smell of sweat all over her body made her uncomfortable. How hard Bradley would have at carrying her around. Did he not find her smelly?

Just as Freya took off her dirty clothes, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and Bradley appeared at the doorway. His dark and cold eyes were bloodshot.

"I promised not to touch you, but if you seduce me, it shouldn't count as a violation of the agreement, right?"

Freya had not expected him to come out at all, so she was momentarily stunned.

When she finally came back to her senses, she first screamed, crossing her arms over her chest as her blush extended down to her collarbone.

"Since we're already undressed, why not wash up together?"

Freya's face burned fiercely. She turned her back to him, and then quickly got dressed as fast as she could.

After all the commotion, she was covered in sweat again.

Bradley looked at her flustered appearance with a widening smile on his lips. He then turned to enter the bathroom.

Freya stood in place with a bright red face.

Before, being seen did not bother her as she thought he was just blind.

However, he was now blatantly admiring her, and it gave her the urge to jump in a hole.

Soon, Bradley was finished bathing and came out.

His hair was dripping wet as he moved out dressed in a black bathrobe with a loose belt tied around his waist, revealing a large swathe of his muscular chest that exuded a strong masculine charm.

Freya only took one look at him before she found it hard to look away.

Most of the disabled people she had seen suffered from muscle atrophy and deformed bodies. Bradley was the first person with "limited mobility" who had such a good body.

This made her start to doubt again that he was actually neither disabled nor ugly. He had been disguising himself all along.

Bradley saw her staring at him and smiled. "Do you want to see? Should I take it off for you?"

"No, there's no need."

Freya blushed hard before quickly grabbing her pajamas and rushing into the bathroom.

Seeing her reaction made Bradley chuckle softly.

He did not know why, but every time he teased her and saw her blushing and heart racing, his mood would be particularly good

Freya appeared to be quite capable and cunning, but deep down, she was just an inexperienced girl with a naive mind.

Initially, he intended to use her to go after Arthur, but now he had developed feelings for her.