Bradley glanced at her, the curve of his lips filled with interest. He chuckled, "Dad has called several times to help me get dressed. It's time for us to go downstairs for breakfast."

The Austin family is an aristocratic family, and table manners are extremely meticulous. Breakfast starts at seven in the morning, and the butler has made repeated calls to remind everyone.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Freya hurriedly sat up from the bed. Being late after the first night was not good.

The man smiled, "You slept so soundly. I didn't have the heart to wake you."

His deep voice, slightly hoarse from waking up early, was like the most melodious string, effortlessly stirring her heart.

"But it's impolite to keep the elders waiting!"

"It's okay. I told Dad you weren't feeling well. He understands," Bradley smiled and glanced at her collarbone.

The girl was wearing the same pajamas as him, with a pink pattern that accentuated her fair skin. The low neckline design accentuated her collarbone, making it even clearer and more prominent. Although she was not wearing revealing clothes, her figure remained delicate, and Bradley couldn't take his gaze away with just a glance.

Freya's mind was a bit slow to catch up. After understanding what the man meant, her face instantly turned red.

Not feeling well...

Wasn't that telling Mr. Austin what had happened last night?

Freya felt a bit awkward. This man was good at playing word games. A slight slip could lead her into a trap.

Bradley chuckled when he saw her ears turn red. He then took off his pajamas.

His figure appeared slim when dressed, but when undressed, he had a muscular physique. With broad shoulders and narrow hips, his perfect body exuded sensuality, like someone who had been exercising regularly.

Freya couldn't see any signs of disability in him, especially his sturdy and slender legs, which showed no signs of muscle atrophy.

Bradley noticed her staring at him and deliberately slowed down his dressing.

She liked to look, and he didn't mind letting her have a good look.

Freya felt embarrassed as if she were watching a scene from an international movie when the man dressed up. She blushed and looked away.

She was worried she might not be able to withstand a nosebleed. This man's physique was even better than that of an international male model.

Soon, the man finished putting on his shirt.

He stood up with the support of the wheelchair and pointed to the sizable pair of underpants on the bed, giving her a suggestive look.

Freya's mind went blank.

Was he... asking her to help him put on his pants?

Her ears turned red first, and then burned fiercely. Although she had done it more than once, every time she helped him dress, it made her heart beat uncontrollably.

After helping him dress up neatly, Freya's whole face was already blushing uncontrollably.

Bradley smiled when he saw her like this.

Her blushing and heartbeat pounding appearance were both enticing and pure, arousing the most primitive desires in a man.

"You go freshen up, I'll wait for you downstairs."

Freya nodded and went to the bathroom.

After taking a hot shower, she realized she hadn't brought her clothes. She had forgotten to take them from the bed earlier.

Freya felt a little embarrassed. There was nothing to cover herself with in the bathroom except towels. Did she have to go out like this?

Thinking that Bradley had left, she gritted her teeth and opened the bathroom and walked out. Her clothes were spread out on the bed, where she would soon see them.

But as soon as she took the first step, Freya realized that she was wrong. Bradley, who she thought had already left, was still in the room.

Apparently, he didn't expect her to come out like this. His clear eyes instantly darkened, devoid of any trace of fatigue.

Freya might not realize how tempting she was right now.

Her delicate, porcelain-like skin still had water droplets after bathing, gradually converging into a stream flowing down. Her slim and straight legs were folded together. When she saw his surprise, her eyes widened.

Her mind went blank for a few seconds, then she quickly crossed her arms, her face blushed to the base of her collarbone.

"You... I thought you had left. Why are you still here?"

Bradley folded his arms across his chest as if admiring a famous painting, and stared at her with dark and unclear gaze.

"I forgot to bring my phone earlier, so I came up to get it."

In the end, he unexpectedly bumped into a 'beautiful woman taking a bath'. God was really good to him!

Bradley's mouth curved, and he slid his wheelchair closer to her. He then took a towel from the bed and approached her, holding her tightly.

"You're so beautiful. But if you're trying to seduce me, the agreement won't be made," Bradley said as he reached out his iron arm to embrace her and pulled her into his arms.

Freya had just taken a shower, emitting a faint fragrance. Bradley buried his head in her neck, with a sinking expression on his face.

"I didn't. I forgot to bring my clothes, so…"

Before Freya could explain clearly, the man suddenly moved his mouth to her face and kissed her lips deeply.

"Whether it's on purpose or not, you've managed to attract me, so this is your punishment!"

Bradley did not linger for too long. He was afraid that he would lose control. After savoring her taste, he let her go.

"Are you coming by yourself or should I help you?“

The low tone, mixed with his pleasant peppermint scent, made Freya's face red and her heart skip a beat.

She reached out and pushed him away in embarrassment as she said, "Please go out, I'll dress myself."

The man clasped her small hand firmly in his large palm and gently kissed the back of it as he shared, "Dad asked about our plans for having children. I reassured him, saying it would happen soon."

Freya trembled and immediately broke away from his arms, her cheeks pink with embarrassment.

"If you want to, give birth to it yourself, I won't."

Bradley smiled and turned to leave. Freya quickly rushed to the bedside, holding onto her clothes and quickly put them on.

As he turned back, Bradley looked at the girl, and felt a rush of heat in his lower abdomen. Even his pupils turned scarlet.

Worried that he might not be able to handle it, he hastily left the bedroom.

…

In the restaurant.

Freya and Bradley sat face to face.

Because it was already past mealtime, at this moment, the huge dining table was only occupied by the two of them.

Mr. Austin sat on the sofa, reading the morning paper while occasionally adjusting his reading glasses to glance at them.

This was the first time the family had separate meals, but since Bradley and Freya were newlyweds, they were inevitably a bit tired, so the old man didn't pay much attention.

As long as the two of them had a child soon, the customs would be settled; there wouldn't be so many formalities.

Under the watchful gaze of Mr. Austin, Bradley's attentive care, Freya finally finished her meal.

After the meal, Bradley and Mr. Austin went to the study to discuss matters related to returning to the company.

With nothing else to do, Freya, feeling bored, decided to go for a walk. The environment of the old mansion was exceptionally pleasant, especially the fresh morning air accompanied by the chirping of birds, giving a sense of being deep in the jungle.

However, just as she stepped out, she encountered an annoying individual.

She intended to avoid them but heard a sharp female voice calling out, "Freya, stop right there!"