She said hoarsely, "Are the dishes washed?"

"Yes, they're washed."

The man held her and carefully placed her on the bed, saying, "You're tired, go to sleep first. I'll go take a shower."

Initially, he intended to have her tonight, but seeing her so tired, Bradley suddenly felt reluctant.

However, the restless fire within him was unbearable. The long-lasting arousal made him uncomfortable, coupled with the allergy from being touched by his assistant, his desire to possess Freya became even stronger.

Bradley walked irritably towards the bathroom; he needed a cold shower to cool off!

Soon, the sound of rushing water came from inside.

Freya looked at the figure on the frosted glass, feeling a flutter in her heart.

She had never felt so nervous helping him bathe before. But ever since she admitted her feelings, even just being together doing nothing made her blush and her heart race, her mind filled with all sorts of inappropriate thoughts.

The scenes from their past in the bathroom were as clear and vivid as watching a movie.

Freya blushed.

What was she thinking?

She was actually looking forward to being with Bradley, and he...

Just as Freya was feeling incredibly embarrassed, the bathroom door opened.

Bradley stood at the doorway, his wet hair dripping water, his upper body bare, revealing his solid chest muscles and enticing eight-pack abs...

He was practically inciting criminal behavior!

He glanced at Freya and said in a deep voice, "Wake up and help me wash my hair."

Freya touched her nose, relieved that she didn't have nosebleed; that would've been too embarrassing.

She bit her lip and met his gaze. Despite knowing she should resist, she felt herself drawn towards him as her thoughts raced.

As Freya entered the bathroom, steam filled the air. The abrupt change in temperature between hot and cold caused goosebumps to prickle across her skin.

Glancing at the man, she spotted a fresh scar on his palm.

"What happened here?"

"I accidentally broke a bowl and got cut," his voice, deep and alluring, reverberated in the room.

Though his words were mundane, in this moment, they sent a shiver down Freya's spine and set her heart pounding.

In a panic, Freya grabbed the showerhead, her cheeks flushing, and said, "Lean down, I'll wash your hair first, then I'll bandage it."

Unbeknownst to herself, her tone was gentle, akin to a caring wife tending to her husband.

Bradley obediently bowed his head, allowing Freya to wet his hair. From his viewpoint, he could only see her slender, fair thighs, captivating as lotus roots.

The arousal he had momentarily suppressed surged again with that sight, causing his Adam's apple to bob.

"Freya, you truly embody the qualities of a good wife."

His words were like a poison, every casual remark from him made her blush and her heart race. Freya struggled to calm her tumultuous heart, turning off the water and lathering shampoo into his hair until it foamed.

"Wasn't I like this before?"

He grasped her small hand and looked up at her. "Before, you were coerced by me, but now, you do it willingly."

Reflecting on it, Freya realized that every previous instance had been under his coercion, simply because she played the fool.

But today, with just a single sentence from him, she came without hesitation.

Turning on the showerhead to rinse off the suds, she gazed up at the ceiling and declared,

"Bradley, I've given you all my firsts. If you ever mistreat me in the future, I'll still leave."

The man narrowed his long, narrow eyes and then looked up at her deeply, "No, your first time doesn't belong to me."

Freya paused for a moment, then when she understood what he meant, her face flushed red, and she reached out to hit him, "Except for the wedding night, that's already given."

Of course, there was also the first kiss, which didn't belong to him either.

Bradley smirked, his large hand forcefully wrapping around her waist as he huskily said, "Then, it'll be tonight."

He whispered these words close to her ear, his voice low and hoarse, his breath brushing against her neck, causing Freya to feel like she was electrified, unable to help but shiver.

"No more pushing your luck." Freya hurriedly pushed him away, her hand holding the showerhead was trembling.

Her entire face was red as if blood might seep out. In her panic, she randomly threw the showerhead and rushed out.

The next moment, her forehead collided with a wall of flesh, and Bradley quickly grabbed her hand, pulling her into his embrace, looking down at her with eyes that were dark and inscrutable.

Freya swallowed nervously, she shouldn't have come in just now; she was basically walking into a trap.

There was a fire burning in the man's pupils, as if he wanted to devour her and drag her down with him.

"I'm tired... I want to sleep."

She started to speak incoherently, reaching out to push him, but the heat radiating from his body made her retract her hand immediately. As he drew closer, she nervously retreated until her back hit the wall.

Bradley's physique was formidable, easily cornering her. As he looked at the girl's flushed face, biting her lip anxiously, he reached out and turned on the showerhead.

Warm water sprayed out, thoroughly soaking them both.

Freya exclaimed in surprise, her hair sticking to her face, even her eyelashes covered in mist. She innocently and timidly looked up at him, but upon meeting the fiery gaze of the man, she was shocked.

Bradley's crimson eyes locked onto her, radiating intense heat, making her face burn and her heart race uncontrollably, her mind going blank.

"Freya, don't reject me." Bradley's voice was hoarse, clearly having been suppressed for a long time, carrying a faint huskiness.

Freya clenched her fists tightly, looking at the burning gaze of the man, struggling internally.

She was aware of the consequences of her words.

But she had already accepted him long ago, and they were already legally married. Even if something happened, it would be natural.

Since she entered the Royal Garden Mansion, he had shielded her with his strength, even risking his life to aid her in seeking vengeance. He had placed his life in her hands, and despite her unwavering devotion to him, what grounds did she have to refuse him?

Freya's thick lashes fluttered slightly as she made a decision within herself. She lifted her gaze to him and slowly shut her eyes.

This could be seen as... agreement!

Bradley felt a rush of blood to his head, holding his breath as he kissed her.

She consented.

Not because of coercion, but willingly!

His blood surged within him, roaring fiercely in every vein. Bradley cupped her face, kissing her fervently.

As their lips met, Freya felt almost suffocated with nervousness. She understood that everything would change after tonight.

Their future, their relationship—everything would shift with their change in status.

And she would struggle to break free from his grasp for the rest of her days!

With this realization, Bradley abruptly halted, and Freya opened her eyes, observing him flushed, puzzled by his sudden pause.

Nonetheless, Bradley draped a towel around her and strode purposefully towards the bedroom, his eyes burning like a wild animal.

"I want to give you a beautiful first experience, one devoid of any lingering shadows."