Freya was about to turn on the TV when she heard the man's words. She shook her hand holding the remote and glared at him. "Shut up!"

The man's hearty laughter only fueled her frustration.

Ignoring him, Freya turned on the television and immersed herself in a drama series.

She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice when Bradley approached her.

Suddenly, she felt a warm breath on her cheek. When she snapped out of her trance, she found Bradley sitting next to her, inhaling her fragrance.

"Darling, you smell divine. I think we should continue giving Rosa and Frederick some time off. Let's stay at home and cultivate our marital bond." he said in a husky voice that seemed to spread like poison.

Freya felt her scalp tingling, and without thinking, she punched him.

"Do you want to become another King Henry VIII of England, indulging in pleasure all day and neglecting your duties?"

Bradley wrapped his arm around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "If you stay obediently at home, I'd gladly become King Henry VIII, spending a lifetime indulging in pleasures with you in bed."

Blushing, Freya cursed him, "You're awful."

The man chuckled inwardly, relishing in seeing Freya so docile. He couldn't help but tease her, "Where did I go wrong, hmm?"

As he spoke, he deliberately drew closer, pulling her onto his lap.

Freya gasped, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as her face turned beet red.

Just as Bradley leaned in to taste her lips, Freya covered his mouth with her hand. "The pot is boiling."

"Oh no, the soup!"

With that, the man planted a couple of kisses on her face before darting off to the kitchen.

Watching Bradley rush to salvage the pot of soup, Freya couldn't help but laugh. She hadn't expected the dignified CEO to be in such a state.

Ten minutes later...

The man brought the food to the table.

Impressed by the array of dishes, Freya gave him a thumbs up. "Mr. Austin, I never knew you could cook."

Bradley had rolled up his shirt sleeves, tied an apron around his waist, and left his hair slightly disheveled, giving off a rugged yet charming look.

Accustomed to seeing him in his formal business attire, it was refreshing to see him in such a domestic setting. Freya found it delightful to watch.

"In the future, we'll have surprises in every aspect of our life together." The man said as he served her a bowl of rice, took off his apron and sat across from her.

Freya was genuinely hungry, and the delicious spread made by Bradley tempted her to have an extra serving of rice.

Meanwhile, Bradley sat with his legs crossed, elegantly holding a glass of fine wine, gracefully sipping it while observing her eating habits, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He occasionally fed her some food, and though Freya insisted she had had enough, she ended up finishing everything he offered.

By the time she was almost done, Bradley had finished his glass of wine.

Freya served him a bowl of soup. "You can't just drink wine. Have some soup."

"Feed me then." the man said, crossing his arms and leaning back lazily in his chair, a playful glint in his eyes.

Freya initially wanted to refuse, but considering how hard he had worked to cook, she relented and fed him a spoonful of soup.

They were so close that she could feel his breath on her skin, the steady rhythm of his powerful heartbeat, and his unabashed danger.

Unable to shake off the embarrassment from earlier, Freya's face flushed again. Especially with the man's mischievous smile lingering on his lips, she felt flustered, not knowing where to look.

Although the bowl of soup was finished in just a few sips, Bradley drank it with such elegance, as if savouring fine wine. It took him a full ten minutes to finish.

"Have some carrots." she said, offering him some.

Bradley obediently picked up his cutleries and began eating again.

Freya rested her chin on her hand, quietly admiring his eating manners. He looked like a noble prince from a royal family, exuding an unparalleled elegance.

Sometimes Freya couldn't help but wonder if he was indeed a prince from another kingdom, stranded among common folk. Otherwise, how could he be so exceptional?

Perhaps her gaze was too intense, as Bradley glanced at her and smiled. "What are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Freya quickly averted her gaze, her face turning red. She wouldn't admit that she was admiring him; it would seem like she was lusting after him.

"I'm your husband. You can look at me anytime. No need to sneak glances." the man teased.

"Mr. Austin, you're such a narcissist." Freya retorted, urging him, "Hurry up and eat. The food is getting cold."

After dinner, Bradley went to the study to make a phone call while Freya took care of the dishes.

When everything was cleaned up, she saw Bradley coming downstairs. "Grandfather just called. He wants us to go over now."

"Okay, let me go upstairs and get a change of clothes. You wait for me downstairs."

…

Austin's residence.

In the study room.

When Bradley and Freya arrived, Owen Austin had been waiting for quite some time.

The study was filled with the rich scent of ink and the lingering aroma of tea. Owen Austin sat on the mahogany sofa, exuding a vigorous aura reminiscent of a seasoned military veteran.

Freya had learned just a few days ago that Owen Austin had served in the military when he was young, and his rank was said to be quite high.

No wonder she had felt a sense of awe and righteousness when she first met this venerable figure.

"Bradley, Freya, have some tea!" Owen Austin poured tea for both of them and glanced at Freya.

"Freya, I have heard about all the ups and downs between you and the Lawson family, as well as your efforts to regain control of the Lawson Corp.. I never expected the Lawson family to be so heartless, actually treating you and your mother like that just for a hefty compensation. Now that you're married into the Austin family, you have our full support."

Hearing Owen Austin's words, Freya was deeply moved.

Having never experienced paternal love from childhood to adulthood, she never expected to feel it from Owen Austin.

"Thanks to Bradley. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to find Wilson Williams to seek justice for my mom, and without him getting injured to hold the press conference for me, none of this would have gone so smoothly."

"Well, as long as you're both safe and sound, I will be relieved. But Freya, what are your plans for the future?"

"I've already discussed it with Bradley. I want to take over the management of Lawson Group myself, and Bradley has agreed." Freya looked at Bradley and smiled at him.