"Let me give you a taste of my skills. I avoided important acupoints." Freya uttered, meeting his dark gaze, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Had it been someone else, this man would have acted by now.

But because it was her, he could only glare at her with frustration and annoyance.

Freya relished seeing a man in such a vexed state. Smugly, she blinked, ready to mock him, but he swiftly sealed her lips.

Just as she was nearly suffocating, he released her, declaring, "For your earlier behaviour, change from one month to one week, no discussion."

Wait, what?

One reaps what they sow!

Before she could speak, the man's voice came again, "You screwed up."

...

Half an hour later.

Freya dashed into the bathroom.

Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, her face flushed, her hair dishevelled and cascading over her shoulders, her thick eyelashes still moist with mist.

She looked so pitiful that even she felt sorry for herself!

Recalling the recent events, her face flushed even more, her heart racing, her whole body burning up.

She plunged into the water feeling utterly embarrassed, attempting to quell the heat with its icy touch.

Bradley was about to light a cigarette. But upon seeing her, he hastily set it aside, unable to tear his eyes away from her.

At that moment, Freya, her face veiled in mist, her wet hair clinging to her face and trailing down her slender collarbone, exuded both allure and innocence.

Bradley swallowed hard, then, in the next instant, leaped off the bed.

Before Freya could react, she suddenly felt dizzy and fell into the man's arms, the two of them tumbling onto the bed together.

"Darling, you are so beautiful that I want to keep you all to myself." Bradley murmured, his arms cradling her on either side, his gaze darkening.

Freya pursed her lips, looking at him with innocence and pity. "Honey, please let me go, I'm really tired."

Just the word 'honey' rendered Bradley defenceless.

He had never been impulsive, leading a disciplined life day in and day out.

But today, his mind was consumed with thoughts of sweet intimacy with her.

With her wet hair still dripping, and her earlier harshness leaving her feeling uncomfortable all over, Freya found herself the object of the man's intense gaze.

Bradley's eyes seemed to devour her, and feeling helpless and pitiful, she looked at him.

Bradley wanted to, yet hesitated to startle her. He gently kissed her lips and hoarsely whispered, "I'll let you off today."

Freya's heart raced, and she quickly slipped out of his embrace, hastily dressing herself.

Meanwhile, Bradley, looking dishevelled, rushed into the bathroom seconds later, once again dousing the flames of desire with cold water.

The experience from last night had left him addicted, prompting him to try various tactics to coax her into 'healing' him.

Bradley couldn't help but feel regretful; she was only nineteen years old, yet he had slowly ensnared her in his trap.

Standing beneath the showerhead, cold water cascading from head to toe, failed to extinguish the fiery passion raging within him.

Dressed up, Freya noticed the porridge on the table. Hunger pangs gnawed at her after the frenzy. She picked up the bowl of porridge and began to eat slowly.

By the time Bradley emerged from the bathroom, she had nearly finished her meal.

After showering for a full twenty minutes in cold water, Bradley finally felt somewhat better. But upon seeing the girl seated cross-legged on the bed, dressed in a knee-length dress and enjoying her porridge, revealing her black panties, a surge of desire flashed in his eyes.

Freya glanced in his direction.

The man wore only a towel around his lower body, his well-proportioned, muscular figure exuding a perfect balance.

However, the exposed areas bore numerous, albeit shallow, nail marks, making them disturbingly visible.

Recalling last night and the recent incident, Freya blushed and looked away, unable to meet his gaze again.

Bradley strode towards her, taking the bowl from her hands and setting it aside. Then, grasping her hand, he inquired, "Are you fine?"

At nearly two meters tall, having undergone rigorous training for years, Bradley possessed physical fitness and strength superior to the average man, sometimes causing him to lose control.

Although he had tried hard to restrain himself last night, he had still tormented her quite a bit.

Understanding his concern, Freya blushed and shyly burrowed under the covers, replying, "I am a doctor; even if I am unwell, I can treat myself."

Fidgeting with the necklace around her neck, she couldn't meet his gaze and instead opted to play with the pendant.

Bradley approached her "If there are any areas you find inconvenient, I can assist you."

Having said that, he glanced down at her abdomen.

Freya felt a tinge of annoyance and immediately covered his eyes with her hand, coquettishly chiding, "Mr. Austin, with so much to do at the company, don't you need to go back to work?"

Bradley's lips quirked slightly, and he spoke in a deep voice, "I do, but I have to return to the old house this afternoon. Would you like to come with me?"

"No, this afternoon I have to go back to Lawson Group. The Company has already stabilized, and there are some matters I need to handle personally." Freya said earnestly, looking at him. "I will be very busy in the future, and may not be able to stay at home quietly, making soup for you."

"Do you have to do it yourself? Can't Ella help manage?" Bradley frowned, looking displeased.

"You knew I have ten medical clinics under my name, which is enough for Ella to handle. Moreover, Lawson Group is my mother's hard work, and I want to manage it personally."

Freya held his face, her expression firm and serious.

Her mother had built Lawson Corporation from scratch, pouring in a lot of effort and hard work just to make it a top company. Unfortunately, her wish had not been fulfilled due to Bruce Lawson bringing Sophie Lawson into the picture.

She wanted to fulfil her mother's wish, to make Lawson Corporation a top-notch company, to make everyone remember the name 'Lawson'.

"In that case, I'll acquire it, and we can manage it together." Bradley said, not wanting to see Freya work so hard. After all these years of effort, she deserved a better life.

Freya helplessly rubbed his nose and said, "It's not necessary. I don't want to constantly rely on you; it will only make me lose my spirit."

"Women hoped to be pampered, but you silly girl, is just different." Bradley gently embraced her, his voice hoarse. "I want you to stay at home, peacefully preparing for pregnancy and giving birth to our child."

Upon hearing this, Freya pushed him away sharply, annoyed. "Fine, you just want to keep me locked up, as your plaything."