In the car.

Freya Lawson's face was flushed, her lips burning with pain, it was conceivable how intense the kiss just now was.

The message tone rang again, Madeline sent another photo.

Freya Lawson didn't want to look at it, ready to turn off her phone and go to sleep.

At this moment, a big hand reached out, quickly grabbed the phone, Bradley rushed to try to snatch it back.

" Austin Bradley, give it back to me!"

The man frowned, leaned towards her, his breath spraying on her flushed face, "What did you call me?"

"Bradley, give me back my phone." Sensing the danger approaching, Freya Lawson immediately changed her tone.

The man smiled, opened the message and admired the photo.

I have to say, Madeline's photography skills are top-notch, capturing the lighting and angles very well.

In the photo, he forcefully kisses Freya Lawson against a tree, while the girl squints her eyes with a charming expression, exuding a seductive allure that satisfies him.

"Freya, is the photo beautiful?" he deliberately asks her ear.

Freya Lawson's ears burn, recalling the kiss just now, still feeling flustered.

That kiss was too crazy, leaving her mind blank and her heart beating out of rhythm.

"Not beautiful, give me back the phone and delete it," she demands.

"Not deleting it," the man chuckles, directly transferring the photo to his own phone and locking it with a password.

Freya Lawson is so angry that she almost faints, loudly accusing, "Bradley, you always take advantage of me!"

"I didn't, you willingly agreed just now!"

The man smirks, lifting her chin with his hand. "And also, don't call me by my full name, call me Bradley, or brother Bradley, or even better, call me husband."

Freya Lawson bit her lip, unable to be tough, so she'll use a softer approach. Acting dumb and cute is her specialty, and being coquettish comes naturally to her without any pressure.

"Bradley, delete the photo, okay?"

"I won't delete it, I'll keep it," he smiled, his hand lightly caressing her face. "I like the charming look you had just now. It's the first time I've seen you like this, making me unable to resist, wanting to kiss you for eternity."

As he spoke, his lips drew closer.

Freya Lawson reached out and covered his mouth directly, "If you keep talking like this, I'll nullify the agreement and divorce you."

"Divorce, don't even think about it for the rest of your life!" Bradley laughed confidently, brushing her palm with his.

Freya Lawson was stunned as if struck by lightning.

She suddenly realized a serious problem - it seems that after this man has feelings for her, he will completely indulge her without any limits. No matter how she acts or throws tantrums, he never gets angry, and even finds ways to tease and coax her.

The key is, she enjoys it!

Madeline was right. Men like Bradley, handsome, wealthy, charming, and enticing, can easily attract women with just a gesture.

He is domineering and strong, yet very gentle. From just now until now, her heart has been under his control, unable to calm down at all.

It seems that she repeatedly said she would maintain the agreement, but in the end, she was the one who actively broke the agreement.

Freya Lawson thought, since they had already come to this point, why not entrust her heart to him and let him cherish and care for it?

Bradley, that day when you asked me if I would take you to meet my mother after avenging her, I agreed.

She turned to meet his gaze and said this very seriously.

Bradley's body trembled slightly, his dark cold eyes flashing with hidden fire, then he tightly embraced her. "Freya, you finally willing to accept me, is that right?"

"Mhmm," Freya Lawson nodded shyly, "I can try to accept you."

At this moment, the man's surging emotions erupted completely as he pinned her against the car door and urgently kissed her.

….

Just as the car was starting to move, a conspicuous bright red supercar abruptly pulled over.

The door of the driver's cabin was opened, and a tall, handsome man's long legs touched the ground. Patrick Perry got out of the car, took off his sunglasses, and looked up at the tenth floor of the apartment.

He took out his phone, dialed a number,

and a lazy voice came from the other end, "Speak if you have something to say, fart if you have to, I'm catching up on sleep here."

I'm downstairs at your place, open the door.

Madeline sat up from the bed and ran to the balcony to see Patrick Perry waving at her from below.

Madeline rubbed her temples in headache. Patrick Perry, the notorious playboy in the city, ended up being entangled with her.

They became close because of Freya Lawson in the beginning, who used a fake name and phone number to tease him, and this man started pestering her like a clingy spirit every day.

As they kept getting entangled, they ended up in a relationship accidentally.

Madeline was annoyed and didn't want to see him at all.

Go bother someone else, I have no time for you. With a click, she hung up the phone.

Everyone is an adult now. Even if they slept together, she didn't hold him responsible, but he clung to her instead.

Patrick Perry was rejected and then he sent her a text message.

'Give you three seconds to open the door, otherwise I will tell Freya Lawson that you slept with me.'

Damn it!

When she saw this text message, Madeline was furious.

....

Royal Garden Mansion

As soon as the black Rolls-Royce stopped, the door was pushed open and Freya Lawson ran into the house with a flushed face.

Rosa saw her return and greeted her, "Husband..."

But before she could finish speaking, Freya Lawson had already gone upstairs.

Rosa was a bit confused. when she turned around, she saw Bradley and asked, "Young Master, is the Madam feeling unwell? Her face is so red!"

"It's nothing, I'll go check on her."

With a faint smile on his lips, the man quickly went upstairs.

Just now in the car, he had only intended to kiss her briefly, but in the end, he couldn't control himself and ended up holding her in his lap, his hands wandering restlessly.

The feeling of being unable to control himself quickly made him boil with desire.

The shy and innocent look on the girl, like a timid little rabbit, with watery eyes misted with tears, was so pitiful and alluring.

Bradley was powerless against the girl's demeanor, with his heart filled with ripples.

The girl was truly extremely shy, and she directly bit his neck.

Just thinking back on it made him lose control. With a slight smile on his lips, his eyes brimmed with tenderness and affection.

In the room.

Freya Lawson stood in front of the mirror, her face flushed red. Her dress was wrinkled from being rumpled, and she still carried the scent of a man. Even the straps of her small clothes were broken. She bit her lip, feeling so embarrassed that she wanted to find a hole to hide in. How could that man be so bold. They had agreed not to touch her, but every time he managed to make her blush and her heart race. If it weren't for his injuries, she would have wanted to punch him in the face! He was truly despicable!! Just as she thought this, a shadow suddenly loomed over her head, a slender hand propping up on the mirror, her waist encircled, and she was pulled into his arms. The mature male scent enveloped her, overwhelming her senses.