At that moment.

Bradley's phone rang.

It was a call from the police higher-ups.

"Mr. Austin, everything has been sorted. That subordinate has been assigned traffic duty for a month. The two individuals who mistreated your wife are detained, and the rest inside have been taken care of..."

"You've handled it well. I'll inform the higher-ups and recommend your promotion."

"Thank you, Mr. Austin..."

The call ended, and the CEO embraced his wife, leading her into the car. "Let's head home."

"But, Honey, Harry said you have a meeting. You should go back to the office and finish your work."

"Work can wait. You're more important."

"But I don't feel like going home right now. Let's go shopping."

She needed to get away from him; otherwise, he'd constantly hover, making everything awkward.

"Sure, let's go shopping."

The assertive CEO guided his wife into the car and instructed Harry, "To the department store."

"But, sir, the meeting..."

Harry hesitated.

"Postpone it!"

Seeing his upset wife, he needed to soothe her first, or she might threaten to leave again.

So, Harry drove them to the department store.

Though Freya wasn't keen on shopping, every time she glanced at something, Bradley would have it purchased.

Before long, Harry was laden with shopping bags.

Noticing Bradley trailing her, Freya pretended to feel unwell and excused herself to the restroom.

But…

He followed her there too.

In the end, her escape plan failed.

Freya had to call Ella to handle the poison situation.

Bradley became like a clingy puppy, doting on Freya during the day and teasing her at night.

And so, three days passed.

Ella finally brought good news, confirming the poison's acquisition.

That day, while Bradley was absent, Freya drove to the farm with the poison, personally handing it over to Sean.

"Check if the poison quantity is enough. If not, I'll get more."

Sen glanced at her. "It's sufficient! But, Freya, you look exhausted. Have you been enduring Bradley's antics for three hundred rounds, staying awake day and night?"

"You...!"

Freya blushed with anger, cursing under her breath.

"Freya, your demeanor is deteriorating. How can you swear like that? It seems like you're full of frustration, and I hit the nail on the head."

Sean's sharp tongue continued, bombarding Freya with words.

"Sean, enough. I just want some peace and quiet. Can you leave me alone?"

In the end, Freya surrendered.

Bradley had recently pushed her to the brink of a breakdown. Initially, she could have left Ella to handle the poison.

But Ella was busy with her relationship with Xavier. Besides, Freya needed a break, so she decided to handle it herself.

But then, Sean's relentless talk added to her stress.

Her head felt like it would explode.

"Fine, fine, I won't say anything more. You look like you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown."

"Then hurry up with the antidote. Let's address Bradley's illness first."

She truly feared him.

He wasn't just paranoid; he also had a strong possessive nature, and what made it challenging was his remarkable physical stamina and energy.

Even after staying up all night, he could seamlessly transition into work the next day as if nothing had happened.

He could manage it, but she couldn't.

These past two days had been absurd, mostly spent in bed, and the discomfort in her whole body made it worse.

"I won't bother you anymore; this antidote will take some time," Sean said, indicating for her to lie down while he massaged her.

As soon as Freya heard she had to lie down, she felt dreadful.

She had never disliked lying down as much as she did now.

"I'll be fine sitting!"

Sean smiled helplessly.

Just as he was about to start the massage, his shoulder was suddenly grabbed, and the next moment, he was forcefully pushed to the ground.

A scream echoed.

Sean lay on the ground, wincing in pain.

Freya's expression changed instantly when she saw the man opposite her.

"Brad... Brad... Bradley!"

The CEO's face darkened, with jealousy written all over his forehead.

He clenched his fists, menacingly approaching Sean, who cowered and covered his face, pleading for mercy.

"Bradley, I haven't even laid a finger on her, please don't hurt me!"

"Bradley, please don't be angry, we haven't done anything," Freya chimed in, sensing something was amiss. How did this man follow them? No wonder she felt like they were being trailed all along; it turned out he was tracking her.

She had been careless.

"If I had arrived a moment later, he might have touched you."

The overbearing CEO's displeasure was evident, his dark eyes cold and profound, as if dredging something from the depths.

Freya sighed, feeling helpless. "Honey, he didn't have any ill intentions towards me. He just wanted to give me a... massage, yes, just a massage."

The man's expression darkened further.

Freya felt like she was making things worse; he seemed even angrier now.

He might even resort to violence against Sean.

She saw the man glare down at Sean, "She's my wife, and if she wants a massage, I should be the one to do it. If you ever entertain such ideas again, I'll confront you every time."

With that, without another word, he came over and picked Freya up, holding her as he prepared to leave.

Sean was terrified. If his hand had touched her just now, it would have been crushed for sure.

It seemed Bradley's paranoia and possessiveness were too intense.

To save her life, even if it meant staying up all night, Sean had to develop the antidote as soon as possible.

As Freya was carried away, her arms wrapped around the man's neck, she playfully said, "Honey, don't be mad. I came to see Sean to help you with your illness."

"I'm not sick, I'm perfectly healthy. Want to give it a try?"

He looked serious.

Freya couldn't help but laugh at his serious demeanor.

People who are ill often deny their illness.

The significant issue is that Bradley acts like everyone in her family is crazy, which just makes her feel even more frustrated.

"Do you want a massage? Let's go home, I'll give you one every day. But don't return here again." The man asserted dominantly, fortunate that he arrived early, preventing him from being manipulated by that cunning individual.

"No, really, it's unnecessary!"

Allowing him to massage her, who knows what could transpire during the process.

However, she was reluctant to return home at that moment; she had yet to conclude her conversation with Sean.

After pondering for a moment, an idea flashed in her mind. "Honey, what do you think of the surroundings here?"

The man surveyed the area, his expression tense. "Aside from its remoteness, the air is quite refreshing."

"I share the sentiment. Escaping the city's chaos, with its fresh air and picturesque surroundings, living here would undoubtedly be delightful."

Upon hearing this, Bradley narrowed his eyes. "You truly like it here?"

"Yes, I do." Freya nodded eagerly, then planted a light kiss on him. "Honey, could we spend a couple of days here? I also wish to experience this lifestyle."