Having spent nineteen years of her life, Freya realized that, except for her first kiss not given to him, every significant moment had involved him. What more could he ask of her?

His hands rested on either side of her body, causing the IV needle to shift slightly. Crimson blood flowed back through the tube, emitting a faint rust-like smell into the air.

Meeting his wounded and sorrowful gaze, Freya hesitated before speaking softly.

"Bradley, I have a question for you."

He lowered his head, his gaze heavy and cold, and responded slowly, "What would you like to ask?"

"Are you keeping something from me?" Freya inquired, her lip caught between her teeth, finally voicing the question that had been weighing on her mind for days.

In the past, Bradley had feigned disability and blindness, perhaps as a form of revenge.

But Freya had always suspected there was more to his identity.

He had the power to make Lord Dane, the head of the city's top underworld organization, hand over Wilson Williams. Even during their time at Aurigon, weapons were mentioned in his conversation with Mr. Zoller. Freya suspected Bradley had his own connections and influence, and it was significant.

And despite not being part of the Austin family bloodline, why is Mr. Austin so partial to him?

Despite the numerous questions troubling her, Bradley had never given her a straight answer.

This time the two were at odds, and the female assistant was the trigger.

Freya was angry because he didn't explain to her straight away. But after careful thinking, Freya realize that her feelings of unease didn't stem from jealousy, but rather from the numerous secrets between them.

Because there were too many uncertainties surrounding Bradley, she often felt insecure, even entertaining thoughts of escaping from him.

She was overly sensitive, unable to fully trust anyone, and might even give up all her efforts.

Bradley's dark, cold eyes hesitated for a moment, but he soon met her gaze and spoke in a deep voice.

"What do you want to know? I'll tell you everything. But you must dispel any thoughts of leaving me. Otherwise, I will personally track you down, even resorting to extreme measures to keep you with me."

As he spoke, there was a smile on his face, but his eyes were sinister, like a bottomless abyss ready to devour anyone.

Freya looked into his eyes and asked, "How do you know Patrick Perry and Gabriel Rousseau?"

Patrick Perry was the general manager of Shangri-La, and as for Gabriel, Freya had asked Ella to investigate. This person's identity was extremely special, the head of the internationally renowned organization, Sigelac.

To put it bluntly, he was involved in the underworld.

This person showed great respect to Bradley and even went to Aurigon with them. If she wasn't mistaken, it was arranged by Bradley.

The man squinted, sat up on the bed, and remained silent for a moment.

He knew that Freya was starting to suspect, but he wasn't ready to confess some things yet. After all, his identity was too dangerous, and he didn't want her to take risks with him.

"What's wrong, is it hard to answer?" Freya saw he wasn't speaking and sneered sarcastically.

"I am the mastermind behind Shangri-La. Patrick Perry works for me. Nightclubs like Shangri-La often have ties to the underworld. Gabriel is a regular at Shangri-La, and we've had several dealings, which led to familiarity."

Hearing this, Freya chuckled, feeling like he was lying to her again.

Having had dealings with him a few times meant risking her life for him. She had been in this business for so many years, why hadn't she encountered such a good thing?

But she was still quite surprised. The mysterious figure behind Shangri-La turned out to be Bradley.

He hid it very well!

Glancing at him a few times, she didn't want to ask any more questions. If he wanted to tell her, he would naturally confess to her voluntarily.

Actually, upon careful consideration, sometimes knowing too much was not a good thing. Just like her, she had no fewer secrets than Bradley, so why bother to pursue them and only increase the sense of injury?

Bradley thought she was angry, opened his mouth to explain again, but Freya yawned and declared,

"I'm tired and want to sleep."

Just as Freya turned to leave, Bradley's low, hoarse voice came.

"Freya, don't go."

Freya's foot halted abruptly as she sighed helplessly, turning to look at him.

"I'll sleep on the sofa. I'm not going anywhere."

Having battled in Barnes Group for most of the day and barely eaten dinner, she was truly exhausted.

If she didn't sleep and waited for Bradley to recover tomorrow, she would be the one collapsing.

Freya climbed onto the sofa directly, curling up and closing her eyes. She was really tired, and soon she fell into a drowsy sleep.

Bradley got up from the bed and pushed the mobile bed to the front of the sofa before lying down.

He reached out and held Freya's hand, his lips slightly curled. He stared at her sleeping face without blinking, gradually closing his eyes as well.

That's how Ella found them when she entered the room.

She had known Freya for so many years, understanding her character too well. Despite her cold exterior, she was more fragile than anyone else inside.

Bradley was a beacon of light in her lonely world, illuminating the path to her future.

Ella could see that Bradley's feelings for Freya were genuine, and Freya had already given him her heart.

She took out her phone, snapped a photo of this beautiful scene, and then turned and left.

…

The next morning.

Freya woke up to the chirping of birds.

As she opened her eyes, she was met with Bradley's handsome face, enlarged before her. He was looking at her with a soft and deep gaze.

Clearly, he hadn't slept well last night. There were faint red lines in his eyes, and even a bit of stubble appeared on his chin. At this moment, Bradley seemed to exude a hint of wildness.

He held her hand tightly with fingers interlocked, as if afraid she would run away.

Freya remembered that when she fell asleep last night, they had some distance between them. How did he end up next to her when she woke up?

Rubbing her eyes with her free hand, she groaned, "Why are you over here?"

"I was afraid you'd run away, so I tied you up."

His voice was hoarse from just waking up, and with his eyebrows slightly raised, he exuded a wild yet sexy aura. The moment he spoke, a strong masculine scent filled the air, leaving Freya feeling a bit flustered and her heart racing.

So... they slept like this last night?

This was a medical clinic, and besides, Ella also lived here. Was it really okay for them to sleep like this?

Ella didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with it. Early in the morning, she went out to buy breakfast and knocked on the door, saying, "Freya, are you guys up? I brought breakfast for you."

Freya's cheeks quickly flushed, and Bradley, seeing this, raised his lips in response.

"Come in."

Ella pushed the door open and saw that both of them were awake. She rubbed her nose awkwardly and smiled, "Good morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

Freya puffed her cheeks and glanced at her, seeing the mischievous smile on Ella's face. It seemed that Ella had seen everything last night.

She didn't say anything, just grabbed the breakfast, her cheeks burning.

"Well, enjoy your meal. Oh, Freya, check your phone when you have time." Ella winked, her smile suggestive, before turning and leaving.

Freya was curious, so she took out her phone and glanced at it, almost dropping it from her hand in shock.