When emotions ran deep, Freya slowly closed her eyes.

"Mm, let go..."

She gently nudged him away.

Yet, in his eyes, her resistance seemed as feeble as a kitten's playful scratch.

They shared a clandestine kiss inside the car, parked opposite the Culinary Crown Court. If any staff caught sight of them, how could she ever face them at the pharmacy again?

Suddenly, Freya sensed the man's hand around her waist shifting.

She grew anxious.

Already feeling utterly embarrassed in broad daylight, what more did he want?

Bradley's eyes brimmed with desire as he swiftly pressed her against the seat, cradling her face in his hands, stifling her breath.

At that moment, two girls lingered outside, attempting to peer into the car.

Freya panicked, trying to push him away, but he remained unyielding. She wanted to reprimand him but feared being overheard, so she reluctantly allowed his antics.

Then, she heard a sharp intake of breath, a chill ran down her spine.

Freya bit him hard, her hands immobilized, resorting to kicking him with her foot.

A soft 'ah" escaped her lips involuntarily.

When she realized what had happened, her cheeks burned.

Her entire body trembled as if electrified, her foot, previously raised, now weakened and fell back down.

Her mind went blank, moisture gathering on her eyelashes as she stared incredulously at the man before her.

His breath ragged, he lowered his head to capture her lips, her delicate nose, his voice husky.

"Baby, have you forgiven me?"

Freya's face flamed crimson, glaring at the man's mischievous demeanor, she bit him again in frustration.

This time the force was stronger than before, and the smell of blood filled the mouth.

Bradley licked his lips and looked at the blood drops on the woman's lips, feeling extremely happy.

His eyes were ablaze as he embraced her once more, stealing another kiss.

The duration of this brazen stolen kiss remained unknown.

Freya's face now burned with embarrassment.

Glaring at him angrily, she punched him in the chest.

"Bradley, you… you... you... you... you're always bullying me."

She stuttered, repeating the word 'you' several times.

With one hand propped against the car door, he leaned down to meet her gaze, "Honey, are you still sulking?"

Hearing this, Freya glanced at his pants, her blush deepening.

"Put your clothes on for me."

She couldn't bring herself to stare at his impressive physique; just one glance made her feel light-headed.

His sturdy chest muscles exuded power, beneath them, a tantalizing eight-pack. How could he be so perfect?

Clearly, the type to appear lean in clothes but muscular when bare-chested, he was simply irresistible.

Yet, after what had just transpired, she had a newfound understanding of him.

Not only was he flirtatious, but he was also sexy.

Freya glared at him furiously, seeing no intention of him dressing, she poked his chest with her finger.

"Bradley, get dress quickly. I'm going to roll down the window."

There was a group of women outside; she needed to assert her presence by opening a window.

The owner of this car was already claimed, and that was her.

But Bradley made no move to dress, and she hesitated to open the window, not wanting others to witness his alluring side.

Bradley smirked, his voice lazy, "Honey, you're adorable when you're jealous."

"Do you really want to flaunt yourself like this to others?"

She frowned, her displeasure evident.

Her husband's attractiveness was reserved for her eyes only, no one else's.

Seeing her about to strike him again, Bradley quickly grabbed his clothes and put them on.

Freya noticed the sunglasses nearby, signaling for him to put them on before slowly lowering the car window.

With the luxury car's advanced features, the soundproofing was exceptional. The outside noise barely penetrated the car's interior. As the window opened, the cacophony of voices flooded in.

"Wow, this car is so cool. I bet the guy inside is seriously handsome."

"Look, the window's open."

All the women craned their necks.

But to their surprise, they didn't see the face of a handsome man but that of a beautiful and captivating woman.

"What are you all doing crowding around my car?"

"Is this your car?"

The women couldn't believe it.

"Whatever belongs to my husband naturally belongs to me. After all, husband and wife are united as one, any questions?"

Leaning her elbow on the car window, Freya's gaze carried a subtle hint of curiosity.

Despite the relentless curiosity of those women outside, who still wanted to peek into the car, Freya promptly closed the window, narrowly avoiding trapping their heads.

"She's crazy."

Grumbling voices came from outside.

But Freya's mood suddenly improved.

There was nothing more enjoyable than teasing these busybodies.

Bradley glanced at the petite woman, a smirk playing at his lips. "Let's go home; everything I have belongs to you."

"Then outside, you don't belong to me?" Freya declared possessively, "From now on, you can only wear these clothes for me at home. Outside, you'll only wear suits and ties."

She preferred him to appear serious outside, so serious that no woman dared to approach him.

"Alright, I'll show you when we get home. If you don't like it, I can stand still and let you scold me."

Hearing this, Freya's momentarily eased emotions suddenly tensed up again.

Blushing, she punched him again, "You have no seriousness."

"You're my wife. Do I need to play the gentleman act with my wife?"

He said, his gaze dark and unreadable as he glanced over her collarbone, a hint of crimson flickering in his deep eyes.

The taste from earlier was special, exhilarating…

If it weren't for her shyness, he could have continued.

With fire in his eyes, Bradley smirked, then retrieved a bouquet of flowers from the backseat and presented it to her.

"Baby, do you like it?"

Xavier said, flowers aren't just for special occasions.

Surprise her occasionally, and she'd be overjoyed.

Seeing Freya's stunned expression, he knew she was touched.

The champagne roses, adorned with water droplets, exuded a delightful fragrance.

No wonder Freya had smelled the flowers as soon as she got in the car. It turned out his surprise was hidden in the backseat.

She lowered her head to smell the floral scent, nodding vigorously. "Honey, I love it."

"In the future, I'll make sure your life is filled with surprises."

With that, he leaned over to fasten her seatbelt.

Freya looked at him foolishly.

The man in front of her seemed to have changed, becoming very romantic, and even more flirtatious than before.