As they busied themselves, dusk descended upon them.

Once the honey had been filtered, he carried it to the kitchen.

By then, Freya had already prepared the eggplants and lightly heated the honey, drizzling it over them.

A delightful aroma instantly filled the air.

Despite the entire dinner comprising vegetarian dishes, both felt thoroughly satisfied afterward.

After their meal, the stars adorned the sky.

They sat in the yard, digesting their meal, gazing up at the stars. In its simplicity, their life felt profoundly blissful.

She raised her hand, sketching patterns in the air, then turned to the man beside her. "Tell me about Solterra."

She had only heard of Solterra kingdom's tragic fate but lacked specific details about the disaster's cause.

Bradley tightly grasped her wrist, his gaze deepening.

Years ago, during that *** event, he was merely ten years old but witnessed the demise of all his loved ones on the battlefield.

The greedy members of the Logan Family, wielding weapons, destroyed his home and seized their land. He barely escaped the pile of corpses, fleeing to the capital city, barely clinging to life.

For over a decade, hatred had deeply ingrained in his heart. Even in his dreams, he could still hear the wretched cries of his family.

"What would you like to know?"

"Tell me about your family."

Freya inquired curiously.

"Besides my parents, I had a younger sister. If she were alive today, she would be around your age."

"You cherished your sister deeply?" Freya pursed her lips.

The man turned to gaze deeply into her eyes, reaching out to gently caress her face before leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"Yes, she was much like you, a little naive."

"I'm not naive, and you know it."

Freya protested.

"Yes, you pretend to be naive. Otherwise, how could I have married you and coaxed you into revealing your heart?"

Bradley's lips curved into a smile as he pulled her into his embrace.

Freya playfully nudged him twice.

"You're quite the smooth talker. Clearly, you set traps to lure me in. Otherwise, how could I have fallen for your deception?"

But without his gentle trap, her revenge plan wouldn't have progressed so smoothly. She wouldn't have opened her heart to a man who shouldn't have appeared in her life, allowing him to conquer her entire heart.

Perhaps, even now, she would still be alone.

"Alright, I deceived you, I was cunning and deceitful, and I stopped at nothing."

Bradley admitted in a gentle tone.

Freya pursed her lips, "That's right."

She leaned her head on his shoulder, pointing to the stars on the horizon. "They say that when people die, they become stars, guarding their loved ones in a different way. The people of the Solterra must have turned into stars, protecting you. And I will always stay by your side, accompanying you through life and death, helping you reclaim Solterra and realize your dream of restoring the nation."

Bradley patted her head, his lips curling into a smile. "Freya, if my mother were still alive, she would definitely like you."

"How would you know? People like you, from prestigious backgrounds, care a lot about social status. Your mother might have looked down on my humble origins and deemed me unworthy of you."

"Don't worry, my mother was just an ordinary person too."

Bradley patiently shared his parents' love story with Freya, who listened with fascination, feeling like she was hearing a fairy tale.

Surprised, she hadn't expected Bradley's mother to have been a village girl.

"It seems your situation is similar to my mother's. Naturally, she would have loved you like her own child."

However, that day would never come.

His mother had tragically passed away during a national disaster, and she would never have the opportunity to meet her daughter-in-law in this lifetime.

"Don't be sad, you still have me. I am your family, I…"

Before he could finish her sentence, Freya lost her balance and found herself sitting on his lap, their lips inadvertently brushing against each other.

The warmth of his touch, accompanied by the pleasant scent of mint emanating from him, filled her senses, causing her heart to flutter.

He trembled slightly, gently holding her face and deepening the kiss.

Under the clear moonlight, the two figures were illuminated, enhancing the warmth of their embrace.

His kiss was intense, possessing a possessive longing, as if he wanted to engulf her entirely.

It wasn't until she was breathless and flushed that he reluctantly released her.

"Freya, you are my only family now. Never think of leaving me."

With tears in her eyes, Freya gazed at him with a bewildered expression.

"I only have you now, whether you are Bradley Austin or Leonard Newman. Since you married me, you must treat me well, never make me angry, and never betray me."

"Never. I am devoted to you completely in this life. If I ever betray you, I don't deserve to live."

"Phew, let's forget about talk of life and death. You still have your plans to reclaim the country, and we both need to stay well."

She playfully patted his mouth.

He firmly held her small hand, placing it over his heart, his eyes gleaming.

"Let's have a child!"

Have... Have a child?

Freya felt overwhelmed.

She hadn't even considered it before. Now that he brought it up, she didn't know how to respond.

"Once I reclaim Solterra, our child will be the prince. In the future, he will inherit the throne of Solterra. Then, no matter where you want to go, whether it's to the cliffs or to the corners of the sea, I will follow you."

"Let's discuss having children later. I… I'm not ready for it."

"Alright, but I've had enough of vegetarian food tonight. I want meat."

With that, he lifted her up and headed towards the house.

For a few seconds, Freya's mind went blank. When she finally realized, she understood that the "meat" he mentioned wasn't what she initially thought.

This man is utterly depraved, always preoccupied with those matters regardless of the time or place.

Before she could respond, she was abruptly tossed onto the bed.

Sean had arranged a room for them, meticulously cleaned, yet the beds were all old wooden ones, emitting a loud creak with every movement.

"Honey, not like this, it's embarrassing."

Freya felt genuinely bashful.

She couldn't endure it any longer.

The noise from the bed was just too much!

"I think it's fine!"

Bradley chuckled softly.

Suddenly, faint noises could be heard from outside.

Sensitive to sounds, Freya gently pushed away the restless man.

The footsteps drew nearer until they halted at the door.

Bradley naturally heard them too. He narrowed his eyes, his expression darkening with evident dissatisfaction.

"I'll go check."

Freya hurriedly adjusted her clothes, preparing to leave the bed, but Bradley halted her with a firm grip.

"Stay obediently in bed and wait for me. I'll handle it."

He got out of bed and quietly approaching the door.

As he opened the door, a shadowy figure flashed before his eyes.

He moved swiftly, apprehending the figure before it could flee.

Then, he heard a youthful voice pleading, "Please don't hit me, I didn't steal anything."