Freya couldn't help but recall his demeanor during the press conference, where he violently confronted the man, and how he had repeatedly intervened on her behalf. His swift movements and agile posture hinted at his martial prowess.

Bradley noticed her scrutiny and offered a faint smile, remaining silent as he allowed her to observe him.

Once Freya had seen enough, she slowly raised her gaze, only to meet the man's deep, penetrating eyes.

In that moment, he raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze soft yet complex as it locked onto hers.

Bathed in moonlight, he exuded a faint golden aura against his flawless visage, leaving Freya utterly captivated.

"Except for you, I haven't touched them, not even so much as laid a finger on them," Bradley's deep voice resonated, his gaze filled with indescribable sincerity.

It was only then that Freya snapped out of her reverie, retracting her gaze with flushed cheeks.

She couldn't believe she had been so mesmerized by him, even feeling an inexplicable urge to throw herself at him.

The thought made her blush even more intensely, her breathing becoming erratic.

Hastily trying to conceal her emotions, she asked, "So, you didn't have a girlfriend before the accident?"

"No."

His focus had been entirely on his revenge plans in the Solterra, and the women Arthur Austin had sent his way had all had impure intentions, swiftly dealt with.

However, aside from Freya, there was one other woman he had interacted with.

The young girl he had saved on the mountain and gifted the Shadowfang Jade Whistle.

Suddenly remembering his annual mountain rendezvous with her, he realized he had forgotten this time due to Freya's accident.

"If that's the case, why avoid eye contact?"

Freya had been observing him, sensing his affectionate gaze. Seeing his absent-mindedness, she suddenly felt angry. "You're lying to me."

"Lying about what?" Bradley snapped out of his daze, looking somewhat bewildered.

Seeing this, Freya's mood soured even further. Tossing the champagne roses onto the bedside table, she pulled the blanket over herself and lay down as if to sleep.

She no longer wished to engage with him.

Bradley appeared puzzled. He gently lifted the blanket covering her head and urged, "Freya, please finish what you were saying."

"Then let me ask you, why were you so distracted just now? Is it because you feel guilty?" Freya bit her lip, her gaze carrying a hint of sorrow as she looked at him.

She could discern that Bradley's heart didn't belong solely to her. He had buried that person's memory deep, and others were unaware of her existence.

Bradley crossed his arms, his gaze piercing yet solemn as he addressed her. "Freya, truth be told, seven years ago, I knew another girl, she..."

At that moment, Bradley's phone interrupted him, halting his forthcoming words.

His expression darkened as he swiftly answered, "What's wrong?"

"CEO, it's urgent," Harry's voice sounded concerned, "There's a problem with the company's financial data. Someone has been siphoning funds clandestinely. Moreover, the financial figures for the recent collaboration project you've been overseeing are significantly off, with costs deviating by a full ten points..."

Bradley's countenance turned grave, his brows furrowing tightly as he responded in a low, icy tone.

"Understood. I'll head back immediately."

He had barely been away from the company for three days, yet such a significant discrepancy had already emerged in the accounts. It was evident that someone was plotting against him.

Though reluctant to believe it, Bradley knew exactly who was behind it!

After concluding the call, he turned to Freya, struggling to find the right words.

"If there's an emergency, feel free to leave first. Madeline and Ella will take care of me." She had no desire to see him at that moment. His earlier words had left her feeling uneasy.

What did he mean by knowing another girl seven years ago...

So, he truly had other women before her!

Freya felt a pang of unease. She was the type who couldn't bear ambiguity. She hoped the man she loved would have eyes and a heart only for her.

While she could overlook his past relationships, she couldn't tolerate the idea of someone else occupying his heart.

"There's some trouble at the company, and I need to go back to handle it. If you need anything, feel free to call me anytime."

Bradley looked at her, grappling with his words, but ultimately said nothing. He rose and departed from the room.

Freya watched as his towering silhouette strode out of the room, a heavy weight settling in her heart like a stone, making each breath feel labored.

She turned her face away, refusing to meet his gaze any longer, and pulled the blanket back over herself, preparing to retreat into its comfort. Suddenly, she felt a tug at the corner of the blanket. Startled, she lifted her gaze to find the handsome face of Bradley looming before her. He had unexpectedly turned back.

"Forget something," the man said, his hands bracing her on either side. "Besides your mother's necklace, there's something else you haven't taken."

With those words, he placed a bag by her side and lightly brushed her brow with his fingertips before retreating from the ward once more.

Before Freya could fully process his departure, he was already gone.

She glanced at the handbag beside her and extracted an exquisite box from within, opening it tentatively.

The sight that met her eyes left her momentarily stunned.

It was the outfit she had glimpsed in the mall. She distinctly remembered returning it to him. Yet, he had kept it all this time.

As she retrieved the outfit, a card slipped out, bearing a heartfelt message:

"Freya, you are the beacon in my life. May you have my companionship in this life and the next."

Tears welled in Freya's eyes as the fragrance of flowers enveloped the room, and uncertainty gripped her heart.

Could he truly accompany her through this life and beyond?

Was there truly no room in his heart for anyone but her?

"Bradley, I await your explanation. If someone else holds a place in your heart, then I will keep my distance from you. I will no longer want you."

She was the impassioned Freya, unable to fathom sharing her heart with another. Thus, if he couldn't be wholly devoted, she would bravely let go.

Outside the hospital.

A black Maybach sat parked at the entrance. The man in the backseat gazed out with a melancholic expression.

Clad in a crisp white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, revealing tanned, muscular arms, he exuded an air of elegance and warmth. Moonlight illuminated his profile, accentuating his striking features.

The driver glanced at him respectfully from the front seat.

"Mr. James, you've been waiting for over an hour. Aren't you going in?"

James withdrew his gaze, watching the retreating car in silence.

His phone, forgotten on the seat beside him, had been incessantly buzzing. He knew it was his assistant calling, likely concerning the company's financial matters, urging him to return and rectify the situation.