"What kind of love potion did he give you and Madeline that made you both treating him like this?" Freya sighed deeply. She knew she was being unreasonable, yet she also knew that Bradley's words were somewhat sincere.

However, his strikingly handsome appearance proved too captivating.

It was better when Bradley used to disguise his looks. At least back then, others would cower in fear at the sight of him. During those times, Bradley only belonged to her.

But now, he was too dazzlingly sharp, causing her to feel a sense of impending danger.

On the other side.

Bradley gazed at the already vanished taillights in the night, frustration evident as he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. The bluish-gray smoke soon blurred his face.

"Where to now, Sir?" The driver asked nervously.

"Culinary Crown Court."

Just as he finished speaking, the driver's phone rang at an inconvenient time.

After glancing at Bradley, who nodded to indicate he should answer, the driver cautiously tapped the answer key.

But soon, he handed the phone over to Bradley. "Sir, it's Harry Lewis calling."

Clipping the cigarette between his fingers, the man plucked up the phone and answered, his voice chilly. "What is it?"

"Sir, there's something I've been thinking about. I believe it's necessary to inform you," Harry said, struggling to find the words. "It's about Madam."

"What is it?" Bradley's impatience seeped through his voice.

"It's concerning Madam's affairs," Harry hesitated before continuing. "Sir, you can check online to find out."

Bradley wasted no words, immediately going online. Soon, his brows furrowed tightly.

A video was circulating on the internet, featuring Freya and some unfamiliar man.

Bradley clicked on it. The location was a restaurant near Barnes Group. Freya was dressed in a professional suit, showcasing her naturally exquisite figure. She even seemed to have applied lipstick, suggesting she was heading back to take over Barnes Group in the afternoon, hence the special attire.

The video quickly showed a group of people, with Ethan's face being naturally familiar to him. There were also some tattooed men, encircling Freya, seemingly intending harm.

After a brief exchange between Freya and Ethan, she suddenly ran off in a certain direction. The scene shifted, showing her hand clutching the sleeve of a man's suit.

Bradley pinched the phone tightly, his icy gaze landed on Freya's hand.

"Darling, please don't break up with me. I promise to behave myself and never trouble you again in the future."

Immediately, a soft, tender voice echoed in Bradley's ears.

With a bang, everything exploded in Bradley's mind. His already cold complexion turned even more frighteningly grim.

Until the entire video finished playing, his face had already lost its human-like color.

He didn't dare to say a word the whole time, not even to breathe loudly.

The CEO was angry. Would he smash his phone in a fit of rage later?

However, what was expected didn't happen. Bradley tossed the phone to him, his tone icy. "Drive."

From the first time they met until now, she had never acted as coquettishly towards him as she did in the video. But in order to escape, she actually called a stranger "darling."

Bradley felt a throbbing headache, his eyes growing even darker, like thick, unyielding ink.

…

Culinary Crown Court

Ella escorted Freya back to the clinic, first checking her wounds. Fortunately, everything was fine.

Now, she didn't need to do anything except wait for Bradley to come pick her up.

In the end, there was no remedy for her illness, and the solution lay in the hands of the man. Once he arrived and clarified everything, the situation would improve.

Just then, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Ella glanced towards the door, where a familiar black Rolls-Royce came into view.

Ella smiled. "Your man's here. Go on."

Freya annoyed, Freya shot her a glare but remained seated, her gaze shifting towards the door.

The driver stepped out of the car and respectfully opened the rear door.

Soon, a tall, elegant figure stepped out of the car, clad in his usual black attire and sunglasses, exuding godlike beauty.

Freya's breathing hitched.

She didn't expect him to arrive so quickly.

Bradley stood at the door for a moment before taking off his sunglasses and striding in.

Freya hadn't prepared herself mentally and wanted to avoid him. But just as she moved, her wrist was firmly grasped by a slender, powerful hand.

In an instant, she found herself spun around, enveloped in the man's arms, as the familiar and soothing fragrance of mint wafted into her nose, causing her breath to momentarily halt.

"Come home with me."

The low, melodious voice sounded, and Freya slowly raised her eyes to look at him, only to notice how terribly pale his face was.

All her emotions were instantly replaced by concern, and she held his face in her hands, asking softly, "What's wrong? Why do you look so terrible?"

"It's nothing."

Bradley hugged her quietly, but his strong figure seemed unsteady.

Having stayed in the hospital overnight, then attending meetings early in the morning and being busy all day, he hadn't even had a sip of water, and his exhaustion was evident.

Freya didn't believe him when he said it was nothing. Sitting him down, she reached out to check his pulse.

As a traditional medicine practitioner, she could sense his unstable pulse without even drawing blood. It felt like he had been poisoned, with energy running rampant in his body.

Seeing her anxious expression, Bradley felt a mix of discomfort and joy. Was her concern proof that she still cared about him?

But the thought of her ignoring him all day made Bradley feel as if his heart was being squeezed. He held her tightly, afraid that if he let go, she would run away again.

"Freya, I'm sorry for making you misunderstand."

Freya was enveloped in his embrace, surrounded by his familiar scent. All the longing she had felt throughout the day became unbearable because of this scent.

"Your pulse doesn't seem normal. Tell me honestly, what's wrong with you?"

"Last night, that female assistant fell on me, and I had an allergic reaction." Bradley stared at her intently, seeing her surprise in those watery eyes.

Freya was indeed surprised. She hadn't expected him to have an allergic reaction because of a woman.

Freya annoyed, she said, "What kind of strange ailment is this of yours?"

"Just sensitive to your quirks."

Bradley confined her in his embrace, his narrow, captivating eyes raised, lips forming a subtle smile, his voice tinged with amusement.

Freya's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. She stared at him for a while. Realizing she was being flirted with, she angrily raised her hand to hit him.

Bradley didn't dodge, allowing her delicate fist to land on his chest, then tightly grasped it as she drew near. "I didn't lie to you. I'm allergic to women, except for you."

Freya blushed. Didn't he know she was still angry? Did he think he could flirt with her and she would forgive him?

"Bradley, let go of me." Freya deliberately avoided looking at his charming face, struggling, "Your condition doesn't seem good, you need to get an IV, so go back first."

Bradley pursed his lips, his dark and cold eyes reflecting only her figure. His voice was low.

"What about you? Aren't you planning to come back with me?"

"Mm."

Freya turned her face away.

In that moment, the smile on Bradley's face gradually stiffened, and he felt a tightness in his chest.