Freya pursed her lips and remained silent.

"I don't know what she told you, but you must believe me. I only see her as a sister. I don't have any other feelings for her."

Bradley's voice was hoarse. His wet body was still slightly warm, but Freya was too angry to notice.

"She lost her innocence and fell into depression because of me. She's now undergoing psychological treatment. I wasn't alone with her last night. Xavier was also there. If you don't believe me, call and ask him."

"He's your friend. Even if you lie to me, he'll have your back." Freya tried to push him away, but his arms were like iron bars that she couldn't budge.

"I only have Freya in my heart. Whether you believe it or not, I will pull out my heart to show you." The man got intoxicated by her scent, the heat of his breath swirling around her ears.

"Who needs your heart?" Freya retorted indignantly.

"I want yours ..." The man forcefully turned her over. His black eyes bore into hers, fingers tilting her chin upward as he spoke deeply.

"If I can't find you tonight, I promise to tear down your clinic, acquire your Lawson Group, and make you come back to me crying."

His gaze was full of cruelty and possessiveness that Freya had never seen before.

"Do you dare?"

How dare this damn man threaten her!

He was the one in the wrong!

"Try me, I dare you."

Bradley's narrow eyes flashed with a wave of ferocity and cruelty.

As he stood in the rain at the entrance of Culinary Crown Court, he seemed to have figured something out.

His previous indulgence had made her prone to running away from home.

He never showed mercy, but Freya had repeatedly tested him.

Whenever she got mad, she'd take off and make him search the world for her. This uncertainty scared him.

"If you dare to do this, we're over, Bradley. I hate being threatened and I always have. Now and forever."

Freya looked up at him, bit her lip, and pushed him away.

The push was strong, but it required more to knock over a man who was nearly six feets tall.

But Bradley collapsed heavily, shaking the floor.

Freya panicked and rushed to help him, but the man was too tall. She failed to lift him and instead fell into his arms, her forehead hitting his chest hard.

Only then did she realize that he was burning up. Her brows furrowed.

"Bradley, you have a fever."

Freya struggled to get up from him, but the man hugged her tightly and refused to let go. He muttered, "Freya, don't go. Don't leave me ..."

"I won't go anywhere. I'll get some clean clothes for you to change into," Freya tried again, but the man held her tighter.

"You have a high fever. Let me help you back to bed," Freya coaxed helplessly.

Only then did Bradley let go of her.

Freya struggled to lift him onto the bed. There were no other clothes in the hotel room, only a bathrobe. It took her a long time to help him take off his clothes with her eyes half-open.

She wiped his body with warm water to cool him down, then covered him with a quilt to let him sweat out his fever.

Bradley hadn't even broken a sweat, but Freya was already sweaty.

Being ashamed over witnessing something she shouldn't have burned her cheeks and heated her body, she promptly took a shower.

Her only nightgown was wet, so she had to come out wrapped in a towel.

At that moment, her phone rang.

Freya glanced at it and picked it up.

"Ella, you called just at the right time. Can you bring some fever medicine and clothes over?"

"Are you sick?" Ella's anxious voice came from the other side.

Freya glanced at the man on the bed, biting her lip. "It's not me, it's ..."

"It's Bradley, right?"

Ella finished her sentence for her.

"How did you know?"

"He's been standing in the rain outside Culinary Crown Court since dusk, demanding to know where you are. I had no choice but to tell him."

Freya frowned. How long had he been in the rain? From dusk until now?

Her heart stung sharply.

This man was simply paranoid, stubborn, and unreasonable.

"Let's not dwell on that for now. He has a high fever. Hurry and bring the medicine over. As for clothes, bring one set for both men and women."

"Okay, wait for me."

After thirty minutes, someone knocked on the door.

Freya was in the middle of wiping down Bradley's feverish body. He wasn't sweating yet, which was making her anxious.

She hurried to open the door. Ella was standing there, holding out a package.

"Freya, I don't know the whole story, but I know he would die for you. You need to decide if you can trust him."

Ella left after speaking briefly.

After closing the door, Freya turned around to discover Bradley awake and observing her on the bed.

She approached him and touched his forehead, still burning terrifying.

"I had Ella bring over some medicine. Take it, lie down, and sweat it out. You'll feel better soon." Freya opened the medicine box, took out a pill, and handed it to him with a glass of water.

Bradley didn't take it. His gaze fell on her, scanning her figure in the hotel towel. Her well-proportioned body was alluring, her hair cascading over her shoulders, unable to conceal her sexy collarbones. Her fair, slender legs were bare. She wasn't wearing slippers, revealing her cute toes.

As Bradley scanned her figure, his breathing intensified.

He couldn't help but get close to her neck. Her fragrance spread out like poppies, making him boil instantly.

His hot breath washed over her. Before Freya could react, he pulled her towards him.

She struggled, but the man held her tightly.

"Bradley, you ..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the man sealed her lips shut with a wet, passionate kiss.

Freya felt her mind spinning in confusion, the memories of last night swirling in her head once again.

She clung to him, calling him husband.

She kept teasing him.

Various scenes made her blush, and her heart race flashed before her eyes.

She felt her heart spring out of her chest in embarrassment.

She was trapped in his arms, unable to move.

The man's kiss was gentle, yet domineeringly tasted everything. Freya was so embarrassed that she struggled to push him away.

"You still have a fever. Take your medicine quickly."

He looked down on her, observing her hot face, and asked in a deep voice, "Have you forgiven me then?"

Blushing, Freya's heart raced. After he stated this, she remembered she was upset and shoved him.

"Then tell me the truth. What else have you lied to me about?"