Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In an instant, Freya Lawson's heart rate soared as she looked at him in disbelief.

How can this man be so overbearing!

Bradley reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to relax her clenched teeth. The next second, he aggressively and rapidly swept through her lips.

Freya Lawson was completely dumbfounded, forgetting to struggle. Eventually, she slowly closed her eyes.

After some time passed, the sound of a door being pushed open disturbed the two people engrossed in their passionate kiss.

Freya Lawson instinctively glanced towards the door, and in that moment, a wave of confusion washed over her eyes. She even forgot that Bradley still had wounds on his body, and she pushed him away directly.

"James, James, when did you come?"

Bradley heard this and also turned to look at the door. Seeing James stiff, it was clear that he had seen that scene just now.

It was the first time he had seen this nephew, showing such a wounded expression.

"James is here, I heard you are also injured, where are you hurt?"

Freya Lawson came back to her senses, opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't get the words out.

She helped Bradley bandage his wound, then went to see Ella and James. Ella only had minor skin injuries, but it was said that James had been cut on the arm.

Ella usually carried some medicine with him when he went out, and happened to have painkillers.

She was too worried about Bradley at the time, so she came over with the painkillers, completely forgetting that she hadn't helped James with his injuries yet.

But she didn't expect him to come looking for her, and even caught her and Bradley in such an intimate scene.

James must be very hurt, otherwise his face wouldn't look so awful.

After knowing each other for so many years, she had never seen James show such a pained expression.

"James, I..."

Before she could finish, James suddenly restrained his emotions and returned to his usual gentle and elegant self. "I heard that Uncle San is seriously injured, so I came to take a look."

"What about you, where are you injured?" Bradley asked casually.

James smiled faintly, "Compared to Uncle San's injury, my minor injury is nothing. Since Uncle San is not convenient, I won't stay longer. Take care of yourself, Uncle San."

Bradley squinted his eyes, but before he could speak, James had already turned away.

Freya Lawson saw the blood still dripping from his arm and anxiously stopped him, "James, wait for me a moment. I'll help you dress your wound."

"Okay," James smiled gently at her and walked away with large strides.

Freya Lawson watched his back helplessly and sighed.

Although it was embarrassing to be caught in this situation, if it could make James give up, it might not be a bad thing.

Bradley became jealous again, looking at her coldly, "Are you feeling sorry for him?"

Freya Lawson didn't want to deal with him. If it wasn't for this man suddenly going crazy, would she be so embarrassed?

Just thinking about it made her angry. She bent down, grabbed the bandage, and tore it off, causing Bradley to inhale sharply from the pain

Freya Lawson tore off the bandage from his body in one breath, seeing the wound burst open, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Lie down and don't move. I'll dress your wound again, but if it happens again, sorry, you've violated my principle, and I won't save you the third time."

She detested irresponsible patients the most in her life, such as Bradley.

She couldn't afford to treat patients who, for momentary pleasure, would make themselves bleed, nor did she want to.

Taking the bandage beside her, Freya Lawson didn't handle it as carefully as the first time, showing no mercy.

Bradley was in pain and sweating coldly, but looking at the girl's expression, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

She was angry, proving that she cared about him!

"Hiss!"

Upon hearing the man inhale sharply, Freya Lawson gave him a cold glance, "Does it hurt?"

Bradley opened his mouth to speak, but heard Freya Lawson continue, "If it hurts, then it's good. This way you will remember it for a lifetime. Showing off requires paying a price!"

With that, she forcefully pulled on the bandage, causing Bradley's body to tense up instantly.

Although he didn't cry out, Freya Lawson looked at his deathly pale face and knew that he was in a lot of pain.

"Serves you right, let the pain kill you!"

Freya Lawson ignored him and prepared to leave.

"Are you going to see James again?" Bradley didn't want to let her go, reaching out to grab her wrist.

"What are you jealous for? My current identity is a doctor, and my duty is to save lives. Besides, James was injured because of me, I can't just ignore him."

"And what about me?"

Freya Lawson was about to take a step, but when she heard his words, her footsteps halted. She didn't turn around, pursed her lips, unsure of how to answer.

Throughout this Aurigon journey, everyone was helping her. They faced danger for her and got injured for her.

Especially Bradley, who took a bullet for her, causing her heart to stir. Otherwise, when he had just kissed her forcefully, she had never thought of pushing him away. Instead, she was intoxicated by this tenderness and couldn't extricate herself from it.

"Why?" Freya Lawson turned around to look at him, suppressing the overwhelming emotions.

"Because you are my wife, I, Bradley, have taken you as the lady of Royal Garden Mansion!" the man said with red eyes.

Freya Lawson smiled faintly, "Without a proper formal ceremony, you sent a car to bring me from the countryside. I'm afraid the whole city still doesn't know that Master An has already married."

"Are you blaming me for not giving you a wedding?" Bradley held back his inner fervor, his pupils blazing with fire as if wanting to ignite her.

"I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say..."

Freya Lawson parted her lips in surprise, catching a fleeting figure passing by. In the next moment, she felt her waist being embraced again, her back pressed against a solid and broad chest.

"I believed everything you said. When we return, I will give you a wedding," he whispered.

"I don't have... um..."

The man forcefully pulled her into his arms, and a domineering kiss descended once again.

Freya Lawson was on the verge of going crazy. This man was not only paranoid and possessive, but also very stubborn.

"Don't move, the wound might burst... Um!"

Freya Lawson felt like the air in her lungs was being sucked out, and she was about to suffocate and die soon. She reached out to push him away.

Bradley ignored her, instead holding her tighter. His voice was deep, "Whatever kind of wedding you want, you choose, I'll fulfill it. You say the people in the capital doesn't know that I'm married, then I'll just tell the whole world that you, Freya Lawson, are my wife."

Freya Lawson: "..."

She couldn't quite keep up with this man's thought process. That was not at all what she meant.

However, the next moment, Bradley let her go and took out his phone to make a call.

"Contact all major news media outlets, I want to hold a wedding with my wife."

Freya Lawson's mind was left in a daze by that kiss. In these thirty seconds of trance, what had happened?

Bradley is about to Freya ounce their wedding news, her and him?