Freya approached the car and was surprised to see that he was driving a sleek and stylish sports car today.

As they stepped out, they spotted a group of girls gathered around the sports car, chatting excitedly.

"Wow, look at this car, it's so handsome! Does anyone know who it belongs to?"

"I have no idea, but whoever drives a car like this must be really handsome and probably wealthy."

"Oh my goodness, I can't wait to find out who the owner is."

The girls were all swooning over the sports car, eagerly waiting for its owner to show up.

When Bradley appeared with his arm around Freya, the girls screamed even louder.

"Hey handsome, is this your car?"

The girls all crowded around him, ignoring Freya, who was standing right there.

Bradley frowned deeply.

He signaled to his bodyguard to disperse the crowd; he didn't like women getting too close to him, except for Freya.

But the girls wouldn't budge, and a few bold ones even tried to get close and ask for his phone number.

Their intense and adoring eyes made Freya uncomfortable.

He was her husband, and no one should be eyeing him or asking for his number.

"Do you want my number, miss? Alright, I'll tell you."

She stepped in front of Bradley like a protective mother beast, taking out pen and paper to jot down her own phone number and handing it to the girls.

"This is my number, and the person next to me is my husband. If you need anything, just contact me."

Only then did the girls notice Freya, and seeing her displeased expression, they all pouted and left.

As the crowd dispersed, Freya turned to Bradley with frustration, "You're not allowed to dress like this in the future, got it?"

She liked him dressing like this.

But he naturally looked good in anything, whether in a mature suit or casual attire, he always attracted attention.

Now, dressed casually, he looked stunning, radiating charm and drawing countless gazes wherever he went.

She didn't like the way those women looked at him, with greed and desire; it made her feel uneasy.

"Are you jealous?"

He smirked, noticing her reaction.

"Who's jealous? I just don't want you dressing like this for others to see. Change as soon as we get home."

"Then, I'll only dress like this for you when we're at home."

He whispered in her ear, his warm breath making Freya blush instantly.

He had taken Xavier's advice to heart, learning to be more romantic and attentive to her needs.

This outfit was chosen by Harry, the most understated option available.

But when he first wore it, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Especially the way those women glanced at him as they passed by, it made him feel incredibly uneasy.

"Bradley, you're deliberately doing this, using your charm to flirt with other women!"

Freya's mood soured, her tone tinged with irritation.

Just the thought of those women ignoring her and openly desiring her man made her feel uneasy.

"So, you're admitting you're jealous?" He wrapped his arms around her waist, his voice husky and seductive, "Don't worry, you're the only one on my mind. I didn't even spare those women a glance."

He didn't even spare them a glance…

But those stares were like daggers, piercing into his flesh.

If she hadn't intervened to stop them, perhaps they wouldn't have left one by one.

Seeing her sulking, looking annoyed, Bradley smirked.

He opened the car door, lifted her inside, then circled around to the driver's seat, leaning down.

"Baby, don't be upset!"

Freya turned her head away, avoiding his gaze.

She finally understood why Hayden vehemently opposed their relationship when he saw Bradley.

Darn good-looking men, they make people feel insecure.

Before, when he wore suits and was too serious, those women wouldn't dare to approach, but now that he dressed like this, they all came flocking, throwing decency to the wind.

It's easy to attract attention when spring flowers comes into bloom.

Indeed, handsome men are trouble.

Just as Freya was silently critiquing, a dark shadow loomed over her, and when she looked up, the man grabbed her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"Honey, are you really going to ignore me?"

His voice was so low it sent shivers down her spine.

His arms were lean but strong, holding her waist firmly, rendering her unable to move.

Freya gazed up at him, her brows furrowed, as she whispered, "Tell me, if I stayed silent and they asked you for your number, would you have given it?"

"No."

His finger gently pinched her chin. "I wouldn't. My wife wouldn't approve."

"Hmph, at least you have some sense," Freya retorted, biting her lip and playfully punching his chest. "Now, get rid of this outfit, it's irritating."

"Okay, I will."

With that, he pulled up the hem of his shirt with slender fingers, directly taking it off.

"Bradley, in broad daylight! You, you, you, are you really that shameless?"

Freya looked at his strong upper body, perfect muscle lines exuding strength everywhere, her face flushing red, even her heartbeat losing its rhythm.

Bradley innocently looked at her, grabbing her small hand and pressing it against his heart. "Baby, didn't you ask me to take it off?"

"I meant, take it off at home."

Freya's face was red and hot again. Her palm was against his solid chest, under the scorching temperature, feeling his strong and steady heartbeat, each clear thump transmitting through her palm, coursing through her whole body like an electric shock.

Blushed, she wanted to pull back, but the man's other hand covered hers, immobilizing her.

In Bradley's dark and cold eyes, there was a glimmer of mischief as he leaned in to kiss her, his lips curling into a wicked smile.

The evening glow refracted into the car window, shining on his handsome face, full of starlight, making his beautiful features even more enticing and demonic.

Freya only glanced at him once, unable to look away.

Bradley's eyes narrowed slightly.

His hand went around her head, removing the hair tie from her ponytail, and her black silk-like hair cascaded down.

His rough fingers pulled Freya's chin, and he leaned down to kiss her.

The other hand slowly rose up the carriage. The fully blackout glass made it difficult to see everything going on inside from the outside.

That was because at the entrance of the clinic, there was a constant stream of customers coming and going, coupled with Bradley's flashy car, attracting waves of onlookers.

Listening to the discussions outside, Freya suddenly opened her eyes wide and tried to push him away.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't let go but instead pulled her onto his lap.

His warmth gradually transmitted to her.

His large hand clasped the back of her head, and the other possessively wrapped around her waist, gazing deeply at her.