"You are now the lady of the Royal Garden Mansion, Mr. Bradley's wife. Why are you still so polite to Mr. Bradley? Besides, you've already got the marriage certificate, so you should change how you address him," Rosa teased.

Upon hearing this, Freya blushed.

She awkwardly replied, "Then I'll start calling him Bradley from now on, so it won't feel strange."

She really couldn't bring herself to call him "husband."

Rosa chuckled, treating it as her being shy, and didn't say much.

After waiting for a while and Bradley still hadn't returned, she went upstairs to change her clothes first.

All the clothes in the closet were international luxury brands. Freya gently touched each soft fabric of the dresses before finally settling on that suit.

After Bradley gave her this outfit that day, she had Frederick bring it back and it had been hanging in the closet untouched ever since.

But today, she suddenly wanted to wear it to show Bradley.

After changing her clothes and coming downstairs, Freya found that Frederick and Rosa were no longer there, but there was suddenly a bouquet of red roses on the table.

She was startled for a moment, then stepped forward to smell the roses.

Behind her, a familiar scent of mint lingered, and Freya was about to turn around when her waist was tightly embraced by a pair of large hands. The solid chest of a man pressed against her back, giving her a sense of security.

"You look beautiful tonight!"

A low, sexy, magnetic voice of Bradley was heard. He rested his chin in the crook of her shoulder and lightly sniffed the pleasant scent on her.

Freya whispered softly, "When did you come back?"

"Just a while ago," he replied.

The man turned her body around, then kissed her hair gently. "You'll look even more beautiful in a wedding dress."

Freya blushed.

Wearing a wedding dress didn't mean she was going to marry him.

Although they were together now, Freya had never thought about their wedding scene. But now that he said it, she suddenly felt a little excited.

With Bradley's character, the wedding must be very romantic and extravagant, right?

Thinking like this, Freya covered her face. What was she thinking, wanting to marry him like this?

Seeing her like this, Bradley quietly curved his lips and asked, "Do you want to marry me?"

Freya was stunned, then when she reacted, she punched him with her pink fist. "Who wants to marry you."

"I want to marry you!" The man grabbed her small hand and placed it on his chest, where his heartbeat was pounding for her.

He did want to marry her, but it wasn't the right time yet.

Although he could easily give her a grand wedding with his current influence, what he really wanted was to reclaim Solterra, marry her as the master of Solterra, and give her endless honor and status, making her the most respected woman in the world!

Freya didn't know what he was thinking. His words both embarrassed and annoyed her, so she pretended to be dumb and didn't say anything.

Bradley curved his lips, his pupils reflecting her shy shadow. The unhappiness encountered during the day at the company had completely dissipated when he saw her.

"I'm hungry," he said.

"Then I'll reheat the dishes," Freya struggled to leave, but the man took a firm step and pressed her against the dining table. His hands supported her on both sides of her body, and he lowered his head to examine her beautiful little face.

This outfit indeed suited her well, accentuating her good figure to perfection.

The warm yellow light cast a halo on her porcelain-like face, her cheeks blushing slightly with shyness. Her innocent and pure appearance, with wisps of mist clinging to her wings, soft hair draped over her shoulders, added to her charm.

Bradley's pupils were filled with her image. She was indeed unique, as clean as a wave in a lake, effortlessly stirring his heartstrings.

He gently lifted her chin, his voice low and deep. "The food is taking too long to heat up. Let's have something else first."

Freya was momentarily stunned, and when she realized what the man meant, she blushed, bit her lip, and raised her hand to hit him.

Bradley easily grasped her small hand, his hawk-like black eyes flashing as his slender fingers gently caressed her face.

Freya's skin was very good, fair and delicate. Even at close range, no flaws could be found. Bradley's rough fingertips landed on her lips and pressed gently.

His handsome face slowly lowered, then he kissed her, lingering gently as if cherishing a treasure.

Freya blushed deeply and whimpered, "Bradley, you're bullying me."

"I'm not. I'm just kissing you," the man said with a rising tone, deepening the kiss.

Freya was left dizzy by the kiss. Her head spun, her heartbeat out of rhythm, and she felt weak all over. Fortunately, the man's strong arms were around her waist, or she might have collapsed on the ground.

"Okay, okay, that's enough kissing," she murmured softly, pushing his chest gently.

She was clearly resisting, but in the man's eyes, it seemed like she was eager to refuse. And yet, to welcome.

He chuckled deeply, "No, it's not enough."

"But I'm hungry. I want to eat," Freya struggled, knowing this man too well. Once he started kissing, he wouldn't stop.

The point is, it won't be as simple as a kiss later.

Bradley continued to tease her lips, then effortlessly lifted her up and headed upstairs.

Freya struggled, expressing her nervousness, "I put so much effort into cooking. Won't you give it a try?"

Despite his hunger, Bradley desired her more.

However, hearing her plea, he dismissed his impure thoughts and gently placed her back in her seat.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Freya felt the enchanting atmosphere of the evening, and she found herself becoming emotional for a moment.

She couldn't even imagine willingly going upstairs with him.

"You stay here for a moment. I'll reheat the dishes,"

She rushed to the kitchen as if her life depended on it.

Observing her actions, Bradley's heart swelled with emotion. He sensed that the time for them to consummate their marriage was nearing.

He pondered what her response would be. Would she accept his proposal or continue to resist him...

Quickly reheating the dishes, Freya returned to the table and began to eat opposite Bradley.

Her stomach had been growling since evening.

Although Bradley wasn't hungry, he ate quite a bit because it was Freya's cooking.

With Rosa absent, Freya took the initiative to clean up after the meal. However, Bradley intervened immediately. "I'll do it."

Freya was taken aback.

The usually pampered Bradley took the initiative to do housework, which was truly uncommon.

She didn't protest and lazily remained seated, watching Bradley take care of the dishes and return to clean the table.

He did these tasks effortlessly, making Freya feel like she had a good man at home.

Truly, when a man becomes serious, he's the most handsome!

Resting her chin on her hands, Freya watched Bradley in the kitchen with fervent eyes. As her eyelids grew heavier, she drifted off to sleep unknowingly.

In a daze, she felt herself being lifted and someone was carrying her.

The familiar and pleasant scent of mint surrounded her. Freya opened her eyes slightly, and the first thing she saw was the handsome face of Bradley.