Right then, out of nowhere, a sudden chop came flying.

Juan gawked as his burly figure stumbled and hit the floor.

Freya gave him a couple of kicks to make sure he had passed out, then she and Ella hauled him downstairs.

"Who's there?"

Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the darkness.

A bunch of big, beefy bodyguards showed up, surrounding them.

"Do you even know where you are? How dare you make a fuss right here?"

Freya narrowed her eyes, signaling for Ella to leave first while she stayed behind.

In the dim light, the men were holding some weapons.

Freya acted quick and cool, flicking three silver needles from her hand. Two of them nailed two guards, while the third missed and stuck into the wall.

"Grab that woman," someone yelled.

Freya jumped off the railing, only to see more folks rushing at her from below.

With a swift leg sweep, she took down several and made a quick getaway.

As she dashed out of the casino door, she collided with a solid figure.

She went to strike, but her wrist was caught, and a deep, smooth voice whispered in her ear, "Freya, you're getting more and more rebellious."

Freya turned to see a pair of dark, icy eyes.

"B… B… Bradley, what are you doing here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" he replied.

He narrowed his eyes, exuding a dangerous vibe.

Freya bit her lip, feeling a chill run down her spine.

What should you do if your husband caught you?

Run.

Yet, before she could even step, the man scooped her up and took her away.

Patrick showed up with a crew, taking down a few big dudes who were tailing them.

"Go tell your boss that Sigelac has taken over this casino!"

...

Bradley chucked the guy straight into the car.

Freya's head hit the leather seat so hard, tears just burst out from the pain.

The guy who was all clingy this morning was now looking seriously ominous, with eyes as dark as if he had been pulled straight from hell.

Freya pulled her neck in, feeling the car was turning into an icebox.

Brr!

The man sat beside her like a statue, not moving an inch.

He was wearing a black shirt, exuding a chilling aura as if he had just returned from a battlefield, covered in blood, like some kind of fierce warrior with a fierce vibe.

"Honey, I didn't mean to keep it from you…"

Freya glanced at him, feeling too jittery to talk.

Even when he got mad before, he never went this silent on her.

But now, with him being all quiet, her heart felt like it was going to leap out of her chest.

There was a hint of redness in his eyes, like he was holding back some emotion, making her uneasy.

"Freya, why can't you trust me?"

His voice was like ice.

Freya sensed his anger, bit her lip, and cautiously replied, "I can handle it myself. Plus, you're super busy, and I..."

"I've always said, no matter how busy I am, I'll drop everything and come running the moment you need me."

He cut her off, staring with his dark eyes. "In such a dangerous place like the casino, if something were to happen to you, what would I do?"

"I…." Freya shrunk back, bit her lip, and mumbled, "Nothing's gonna happen, Ella's there."

"So, you trust Ella more than me?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it?" Bradley shifted her shoulders, his eyes hurt. "Now that we're married, we're in this together. If anything's bothering you, I should be the first person you turn to."

His lips were sexy, but Freya knew his mood swings were partly due to the toxins in his body.

She couldn't push him now.

"Honey, I messed up, please don't be mad!" She pouted, hugging his arm.

He stared, ignoring her.

Freya: "..."

What's up with him now?

Being bossy and obsessed wasn't enough, now he became so narrow-minded too?

He stayed silent, chilling the air.

She couldn't take his attitude and spoke up again.

"Honey, I promise to tell you everything next time. Can you forgive me?"

Still no response.

"Fine, Bradley, I'll ignore you too."

"Hey, say something. If you want to yell or hit me…"

Her talkative mouth got shut real quick.

Freya stared at the guy's striking face, dark but undeniably handsome, no matter how you looked at it.

She watched quietly until she couldn't breathe and struggled.

"Honey, let me go."

He remained silent, tightening his grip.

Just as she thought she would pass out, he finally released her.

She gasped for air, coughing desperately.

At this point, the car stopped right outside the gate of the Royal Garden Mansion.

Before Freya could react, he carried her out of the car.

"Welcome back, Mr. Bradley! Dinner's on the table... "

Rosa greeted him, but Bradley cut her off.

"Nah, I'm not hungry."

Then he carried Freya upstairs, kicked the bedroom door open and tossed her onto the bed.

Freya bolted up, wrapping the blanket around herself and stared at him wide-eyed.

"What... What are you planning now?"

Bradley said nothing, just sat on the sofa across, loosened his tie, his expression was dark as ink.

"Freya, we need to talk."

Patrick was afraid Bradley would come after her later, so he finally called Bradley. Bradley couldn't believe this fearless lady went off to the casino alone to catch Juan.

Did she even know how dangerous Juan is?

The Logans weren't just good with poison, they're seasoned fighters.

Juan was the revengeful type. If he got his hands on you, it wouldn't be easy. It was worse than death.

He was ruthless with women, simply inhuman.

"Well, spill it."

She carefully raised her eyes, sneaking a peek at him.

His handsome face stayed dark, legs crossed, emitting hostility.

He was quick to anger.

She had to listen and not trigger his condition.

"Tell me the truth, what's with you and Ella?"

“Huh?”

Freya was confused.

"I mean, is Ella into girls?"

They were very close and Ella always rushed to Freya's side whenever needed. Her androgynous appearance also made him question if she got feelings for Freya.

Freya stared at him for a moment, then rubbed his forehead.

So… he imagined his rival had an issue and considered if Ella also had a unique fetish?