"You look so scary when you hit someone. Is it that whoever provokes you ends up in a dead end?" Freya Lawson earnestly helped him sew up the wound, lowering her eyes and speaking softly.

Bradley touched her hair and smirked, "Are you scared?"

"Not at all, I just feel that you, in this state, seem so unfamiliar, bloodthirsty and cruel, like a wild beast with hair." Freya Lawson looked up at him, clearly the same face, but Bradley in the Aurigon and the capital city seemed like completely different individuals.

"Looking at me like this will make me unable to resist kissing you."

Freya Lawson blushed and immediately averted her gaze, continuing with her work.

She didn't know how to respond to his sweet words, so she simply played dumb.

Soon, Freya Lawson finished treating his wound, saying, "Don't let the wound touch water or engage in vigorous activities for the next few days. Get plenty of rest!"

With that, she packed up her things to leave.

But Bradley grabbed her hand, his voice low, "If I can't touch water, how am I supposed to bathe?"

"Just wipe it, otherwise the wound is prone to inflammation."

"You've wrapped me up like this, I can't wipe it myself." The man shook his suspended arm and said apologetically.

Freya Lawson looked at the blood-stained gauze in the trash can, as well as his injuries all over, feeling a twinge of guilt in her heart, and... pity.

If it weren't for saving her, he wouldn't have gotten injured.

Now that he was incapacitated, she could help him with something. After some thought, she blurted out, "Go wash up first, if there's anything inconvenient, then call me."

After these two days of running around, she clearly understood her own heart, which now had a place for him.

Freya Lawson blinked, looking at the man's deep eyes, her heart unable to control its beating.

When she was with James before, although there were also flutters, they weren't as intense as they were now. She used to think it was just liking, but since meeting Bradley, he stirred up bigger waves in her heart, making her truly realize that her feelings for James were at most just good feelings.

As Freya Lawson fell into contemplation, Bradley had already entered the bathroom.

But soon, he appeared at the doorway again, water droplets on his hair, flowing down his well-defined chest, exuding sexiness and charm, captivating everyone's gaze.

Freya Lawson couldn't help but swallow her saliva! She had seen his figure more than once before, but at that time Bradley was sitting in a wheelchair. Now, his 1.85-meter tall figure stood there, with his long and sturdy legs very eye-catching. At this moment, he had one hand on his belt, seemingly in difficulty, "I can't undo it with one hand, can you help me." Freya Lawson's ears turned hot. She had helped him bathe before, but at that time she thought Bradley couldn’t see, now that he wasn't pretending, openly asking her to do such a thing made her really embarrassed. Freya Lawson subconsciously touched her nose, with a determined look, she came to him. She was 1.68 meters tall, considered relatively tall among girls, but standing next to Bradley at this moment, she appeared so petite. The height difference between them was not awkward at all, instead forming the most perfect height contrast. From the side, Freya Lawson seemed to be leaning in his arms, and Bradley's broad chest could easily protect her in his embrace. This scene, like a perfect oil painting, seemed to freeze time at this moment. Freya Lawson pursed her lips, suppressing the little bunny in her heart, and reached for the man's belt buckle.

"Freya, the press conference in three days is the opportunity I provide for you. You can publicly expose your stepmother's crimes that day. I will arrange for William and Herbie to be there to testify for you."

"That day is also your birthday, on the seventh day of the seventh month. After you take revenge, can you take me to your mother's grave to pay respects?"

Suddenly, a man's deep and charismatic voice sounded above her head, enveloping her uncontrollably. Freya Lawson raised her head to look at him.

It turns out that the real purpose of his press conference was for her.

In three days, on her birthday and her mother‘s death anniversary, she had sworn in front of her mother's grave that she would bring those who had hurt her to kneel and apologize.

The reason Bradley did this was to let her clear her mother's name in front of the world. Once Sophie Lawson's crimes were exposed, she would spend the rest of her life in prison.

Bringing William was to reveal the news of Sophie Lawson's affair, allowing Bruce to see the true face of this woman. It was not her mother who made Bruce wear a green hat, but Sophie Lawson.

She wanted Bruce to regret for a lifetime, to live in guilt towards his mother, this was her revenge against Bruce.

She hadn't done anything, yet Bradley had already arranged everything for her.

At this moment, the gratitude towards this man overflowed like a torrent of water. Freya Lawson suddenly stopped her actions and tightly hugged him.

Thank you, Bradley.

The sudden embrace from the girl caught Bradley off guard, making him feel pleasantly surprised. He reached out and gently embraced her waist.

Just a thank you?

Freya Lawson blushed as she looked at him, poking his strong chest with delicate fingers and shyly asking, "What do you want then?"

Bradley caught her small hand and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips.

You still owe me a condition, let's fulfill it together today."

Freya Lawson's long eyelashes trembled slightly. She remembered the condition she had promised to Shura before, but that condition was no longer valid. She didn't want to admit it.

But now, she could promise him a new condition, as a way to express her gratitude for him protecting her and doing so much for her.

Tell me, as long as it's within my ability, I will agree. She blushed as she said this, feeling nervous inside.

Bradley's cold eyes narrowed as he whispered in her ear, "My request is very simple, something you can definitely do."

Freya Lawson was stimulated by his heat, and her whole body felt like it had been electrified, unable to hold back a shiver.

Although she was inexperienced in worldly matters and emotions were a blank canvas for her, the underlying implications in the man's words were too obvious. Even if she deliberately avoided thinking in that direction, her face still flushed, her heart pounded, and she felt nervous and at a loss.

"Freya..." Bradley lowered his head to look at her, his lips lightly brushing against her ear, his voice infinitely deep and hoarse, "Then, make up for the wedding night you owe me."

His scorching breath sprayed on her neck, her heart beating rapidly, as if it could burst out in a second.

Freya Lawson bit her lip and said, "Except for that, I am open to any other requests."

Although she had let him into her heart, she wasn't ready to take the next step with him, at least not before seeking vengeance.

"What if I insist?" Bradley lifted her chin, letting her see his face reflected in her pupils, and also clearly seeing the heat and affection in his eyes.