Freya didn't say much; she led Bradley to the lounge.

She needed to assess Bradley's condition first, what exactly was wrong with him. His emotions were easily swayed, especially his eyes, hinting at a beastly nature.

After closing the door, Freya immediately checked his pulse.

However, Bradley pushed her hand away and pinned her against the table, his voice cold. "Ann, don't you think you need to clarify your relationship with Lance to me?"

"You've misunderstood; there's nothing between him and me."

"Really? Then why did he come to pick you up for the celebration? Why were you two chatting so closely, and what about that photo online? How do you explain that?"

His voice was frigid, and his dark eyes were veined with red, devoid of emotion.

Freya pressed her lips together. "He happened to pass by Madeline's apartment, and we happened to meet, so I came with him. As for the photo online, it's fake. I can..."

"Enough, Ann. If there's nothing between you two, how can there be so many coincidences?" Bradley interrupted her coldly.

Freya understood his emotions were erratic right now, likely due to the unknown toxin in his body, making him suspicious and insecure.

She patiently explained, "The person I love has always been Bradley Austin. Lance helped me out at the restaurant before, and I appreciate that, but gratitude doesn't imply a relationship.

"You can't distrust me just because I'm your wife. Don't look at me with suspicion; it scares me."

A glimmer of light reflected in Bradley's crimson eyes as he gazed deeply at her, her eyes sincere and clear.

"Alright, I want you to distance yourself from him, no more private meetings."

He ordered firmly, gripping her chin with force, his eyes glinting coldly. "Later, accompany me to sign the contract, and clarify your relationship with him in my presence."

Freya pressed her lips together.

Lance was Michael, and she was Poppy. They had been partners for years; clarifying their relationship wasn't simple.

She could promise not to meet Lance privately, but she was still Cloudstone Group's partner, inevitably linked to Michael Hayes.

But Bradley wasn't in a good mood; she couldn't provoke him.

"You're not answering. Is it because you can't?"

Bradley's voice held a hint of coldness and fierceness as he observed her silence.

Freya didn't know how to respond; she didn't want to placate him now and anger him later.

But she couldn't reveal her identity either; it would only agitate him more.

So she chose to remain silent.

However, her silence seemed to trigger his emotional outburst.

"Answer me. Say you won't see Lance Fenton, won't interact with him much, won't speak to him. Answer me!"

Bradley stared at her, his eyes bloodshot, veins bulging, making him appear extraordinary.

What was wrong with him?

His emotions unstable, his eyes were bloodshot; he resembled a wild beast.

This was too strange.

Freya stared into his eyes, devoid of her usual tenderness, only hostility and frenzy, as if he would attack her at any moment.

"Try to calm down; let's talk..."

He didn't heed her words, his grip tightening, causing Freya to pale with pain, cold sweat forming on her face.

"You're hurting me."

Her voice was filled with grievance as she tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming.

"Hurting? Do you know how much I'm hurting? I've been calling and texting you, waiting for you, and you choose to leave with another man. Ann, do you really consider me your man?"

Freya was alarmed by his demeanor, witnessing a side of Bradley she had never seen before. He emanated a palpable sense of aggression and destructive desire, as if he was on the verge of tearing her apart.

"You're my husband, naturally, I regard you as my man. Please release me; I feel like my bones are about to shatter," Freya pleaded softly, tears gathering in her eyes.

She was genuinely numb from the pain, trembling uncontrollably.

"Since I'm your man, surrender yourself to me right now," demanded Bradley.

"Right now?"

Freya pressed her lips together.

In truth, she had long been mentally prepared to give herself to him, but the intense pain she had endured previously had left her psychologically scarred.

She would be willing to try again, as long as he wanted it.

But, at this moment, she couldn't.

"Bradley, let's go home, okay? We can do whatever you want at home; I'll comply with your wishes," Freya raised her head, her eyes filled with timidity.

Bradley's thoughts were in turmoil; all he could focus on was having her right now.

Faced with her resistance, his mind was consumed by anger, devoid of rational thought.

"I… want… you… now..." he gritted his teeth, each word forced out.

The imposing figure of the man loomed over her, his eyes filled with longing, his lips curved with lust, devoid of any warmth.

Freya bit her lip firmly, exerting too much pressure, causing blood to appear.

She glared at him resentfully. "Let's go home; there are too many people here."

"I want everyone to see that you belong to me, and me alone," he declared, showing no mercy to her pleas. He leaned in closer, his smile tinged with a hint of savagery, even increasing the pressure on her chin.

Freya couldn't endure the pain; tears streamed down her face. She wanted to speak, but the pain had numbed her nerves, rendering her voiceless.

Her bones felt as though they were on the verge of breaking, and the man's eyes were bloodshot, devoid of any mercy.

But as she cried, the man's brow furrowed slightly, and the pressure from his fingertips, which had been increasing, eased somewhat.

Suddenly, he released her hand, clutching his head forcefully, breathing heavily.

Freya was frightened.

Previously, giving him an acupuncture treatment had significantly alleviated his headaches.

He hadn't experienced any episodes recently, but his current suffering indicated that he was having another episode.

Clearly in intense pain, he gasped for air and continued to pound his head, the veins in his arms bulging.

A voice in his head kept reminding him.

The woman in front of him was the most important person to him; he couldn't harm her.

Suppressing his emotions, he held his head tightly, biting his lip hard, blood soon dripping down.

"Honey, look at me; I'm Freya."

Her heart ached; she wanted to calm his emotions, but as she approached, he hoarsely growled.

"Don't come near me."

He feared he wouldn't be able to control himself and might hurt her. He didn't even understand what was wrong with him or why his emotions were so easily triggered.

Especially concerning Freya, he couldn't think clearly at all.