"Still keen on meeting that guy?" The man's expression turned sour.

Freya cleared her throat lightly. "No, no, I just want to hang out here for a couple of days, just the two of us. Sound good?"

During this period, Freya noticed not only a significant change in Bradley's demeanor but also felt herself teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown.

Bradley had morphed into a domineering CEO and a clingy companion, while she found herself adopting a more manipulative and flirtatious persona, constantly seeking his attention and acting spoiled.

But if she didn't cater to his needs, he couldn't seem to control his temper.

Desperate not to be driven crazy, she had no choice but to play along and act cute.

"Sure, let's stay put and send that guy packing."

"Ah!" Freya was taken aback by his proposition.

After all, this was Sean's place. Was it really appropriate to kick him out like this?

"No, honey, he's my friend, you know that. Even if he slept in the same bed with me without clothes, nothing would happen. You don't have to treat him like an enemy."

As she spoke, she noticed the man's demeanor had turned icy cold.

"You want to sleep in the same bed with him without clothes?"

His tone was frigid, his eyes piercing and silent, like ink on paper.

Regret flooded Freya as she bit her lip, realizing she misspoke and wishing she could take back her words.

"No, it was just a figure of speech, don't misunderstand."

But the man didn't seem interested in her explanation and stared at her dangerously.

Before Freya could react, he moved in aggressively and silenced her with a kiss.

"Mmm!"

Freya was left dumbfounded.

What's wrong with him?

Every time there's an agreement, he started kissing.

After the kiss, her lips were swollen and slightly tender.

Meanwhile, the CEO wore a smug expression as he gracefully licked his lips.

Freya couldn't help but imagine him as a typical vampire if he had fangs.

With his crimson lips and pearly white teeth, and most importantly, his captivating face.

This brought to mind a movie she had seen before, where the male lead had a similar appearance, demonic and sinister, truly a devil.

She heard the man's voice in her ear, "You can stay here, but don't get too chummy with that guy, and don't be alone with him. He's not allowed to share a room with us."

The man laid down his conditions.

Freya pursed her lips and agreed to comply with them.

Since they were sticking around, Sean probably wouldn't mind sharing the space with them.

After the recent incident, he'd likely bury himself in the lab day and night, given his personality.

After all, Bradley now saw him as an adversary!

As a result, Sean arranged a room for them and then retreated to the laboratory.

Feeling like they had the right, Freya and Bradley took over Sean's residence. They walked hand in hand through the fields, admiring the vast expanses of golden rapeseed flowers, feeling incredibly relaxed.

Bradley observed every subtle change in her expression. He had just called Frederick and instructed him to begin renovating the Royal Garden Mansion.

Upon their return in a few days, he planned to surprise her.

Feeling weary from their stroll, they settled directly in the flower field.

Bradley gazed at the sea of flowers, and a romantic notion suddenly struck him.

"Why don't you sit here for a while? I'll be right back."

He rose and departed. Freya watched his tall figure retreat into the distance, a smile playing on her lips.

The weather was delightful today, with a blue sky and white clouds.

She toyed with the rapeseed flowers in her hand, squinting as she savored the tranquility of this moment.

A gentle breeze swept by, tousling her soft hair and carrying a subtle fragrance.

Using a small stick, Freya inscribed a name on the ground.

It was Bradley's name in Solterra.

"Leonard."

Perhaps due to the soothing breeze, she simply lay down in the flower field and gradually closed her eyes.

With a blink, she entered a dream.

Still on the mountainside, she played joyfully with Snowy.

That man sat on a rock, blowing a Shadowfang Jade Whistle, surrounded by creatures from all over the mountain.

Suddenly, the scene shifted, and chaos ensued. That man stood amidst a pool of blood, wielding a knife, while a group of masked men charged toward him.

In a flash, Snowy leaped in front of him.

Blood spurted like a fountain.

"No!"

She cried out in horror, jolting awake.

A thin layer of sweat coated her forehead as she scanned her surroundings but saw no sign of Bradley.

Where had he gone?

Just as Freya was about to search for him, she felt something on her head, as if she were being covered.

Before she could react, a familiar male scent enveloped her, and a pair of large hands encircled her waist.

"Where did you go?"

Freya turned to see the man, who now held several flower wreaths.

His melancholic yet sensual voice echoed, "Flowers complement a beauty. Do you like them?"

Freya pursed her lips. So, he left to gather flowers and make wreaths for her?

Her heart swelled with emotion.

She hadn't expected the imposing CEO of Austin Group to possess such a romantic side, akin to an ordinary person.

While he had previously given her roses, seeing the flower wreaths he crafted himself deeply moved Freya.

"Leonard Newman, tell me honestly, did you use to woo women like this in Solterra?"

She uttered his name for the first time, her voice carrying a hint of coquetry and a touch of tenderness.

Bradley sat down, holding her tightly and pulling her onto his lap, burying his chin deeply in the crook of her shoulder.

"No, you're the first one."

He held her tightly, breathing out warm breaths that made Freya's heart palpitate.

His large hand slowly moved down her slender arm, reaching her hand and intertwining their fingers, together picking up a twig from the ground to write a sentence in the soil.

"Leonard Newman only loves Freya Lawson in this lifetime."

Freya blushed.

Who confesses like this?

Although rustic, it touched her deeply.

Especially with his deep, starry black eyes, sparkling in a way that made her heart ripple endlessly.

She squeezed his hand, also writing a sentence on the ground.

"Inseparable in life and death!"

Perhaps because of this sentence, Bradley's gaze immediately changed, his grip on her tightening.

"Freya, are you confessing your love to me?"

Freya pursed her lips, pinched his chest gently, "That's right."

"I like it better when you say 'I love you' to me," he remarked, holding onto her tightly and grasping her small hand firmly in his own.

His black eyes seemed to ignite, burning with such intensity as if he could devour her.

Freya nestled in his embrace, her cheeks flushing, her heartbeat accelerating.

Sweet words are meant to be said at night. Saying them in broad daylight is embarrassing.

"Whether you love me or not, I love you. If you leave me, I won't live anymore," said Bradley, his words possessive and stubborn.