She flicked her ponytail and sneered, "No trace of gentlemanly demeanor, definitely not a good guy."

The man's deep eyes shot forth a cold, icy light.

He spoke in a low voice, "I won't resist, so are you just going to stab me with a needle?"

He touched his neck and felt a sharp pain.

"Who told you to follow me?"

"I wanted to come out with a plan with you."

"No need for cooperation, please stop following me!" Freya stepped forward and picked up the fallen silver needle.

Suddenly, she came up with a plan.

She quickly approached and reached out to touch the man's mask.

The man reacted quickly and grabbed her wrist.

"Wearing a mask in the middle of the night, are you hiding from someone?" Freya shook off his big hand and pinched her wrist.

This man was really strong; her skin was left bruised.

"You're no different; your mask has a piece missing too." The man's tone was chilling.

Upon hearing this, Freya quickly reached up to touch her own face.

When she realized she had been fooled, she glared at him angrily.

Ring…

At that moment, the man's phone rang.

He glanced at Freya, walked away and answered the phone.

Freya didn't feel like continuing to engage with him and disappeared into the night.

"Yes?"

"Bradley, where did you and Freya go in the middle of the night? Wasn't Matthew supposed to sleep with you tonight? He woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't find you. He was crying and suddenly had a seizure."

The man's black eyes grew eerie and desolate upon hearing this.

He narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "What did you say? Freya is not there?"

"No, weren't you two together?"

"No."

"Then hurry up and call Freya, Matthew is looking for her."

Bradley didn't say much. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called Freya.

Walking on the street, she suddenly heard her phone ring.

She picked it up and saw that it was from Bradley.

Did he realize she was missing?

She didn't immediately answer, but instead thought about how to explain her mysterious disappearance in the middle of the night.

The phone kept ringing, and she took a deep breath before answering.

"Hello, hubby~"

"Where did you go?"

His deep, mellow voice came through the speaker.

Freya gritted her teeth and made up a lie.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went out for a walk. I'll be back soon."

Bradley heard the wind noise from the phone and knew she was outside.

He wanted to ask more questions, but Freya hung up before he could.

He squinted his eyes and looked around, but Freya was nowhere to be seen.

Mystica.

The international top assassin.

Just yesterday, he received news that Mystica would appear tonight to assassinate Ian.

So he appeared at the Duke's Mansion tonight just to see Mystica.

If he could get Mystica's help, he would undoubtedly have an extra strong arm.

But he didn't expect this woman to be so sinister, daring to attack him.

As the rumors said, Mystica was ruthless and extremely skilled.

The few moves just now were almost on par with him!

The moon shone brightly, illuminating the night. He spotted a silver needle on the ground, shimmering with a cold silver-gray light.

Bradley bent down to pick it up, squinting as he examined the needle.

Different from ordinary sewing needles, the needle was extremely thin, with a red tip.

Because Freya often gave him acupuncture, he had some understanding of silver needles.

This kind of silver needle was different from acupuncture needles; one needle could be lethal.

He didn't expect Mystica to be skilled with needles too, which was quite interesting.

If he could recruit her, maybe she could even become friends with Freya!

...

Bradley rushed back, and it was already three in the morning.

In the room, Freya was giving Matthew acupuncture.

He approached, worriedly asking, "How is Matthew?"

"He just had an asthma attack, but he's fine after taking his medicine." Freya finished the last needle and turned to look at him.

Bradley was slightly taken aback.

Because from this angle, he somehow felt that Freya's back resembled Mystica's.

He squinted, stepped forward, and grabbed Freya's wrist, causing her to inhale sharply.

"Ouch!"

Bradley lowered his head to examine her wrist and found a large bruise.

"How did you get hurt?"

He quickly relaxed his grip, feeling distressed.

Freya pouted and said with grievance, "I accidentally fell."

"Why are you so careless? Does it hurt?"

"Yes."

Upon hearing this, the man quickly fetched some safflower oil and carefully applied it to her.

He looked at her deeply, vetoing his own thoughts in his heart.

This face was obviously different; how could his heart belong to the top assassin Mystica?

It must have been his imagination.

"Where did you go tonight?" he asked in a low voice.

"I just went for a walk in the yard. This villa is too big, and I got lost for a moment."

"Why didn't you come to me if you couldn't sleep?"

He sounded somewhat displeased.

When she couldn't sleep, shouldn't she chat with him or ask him to go out for a romantic stroll together? Instead, she just went out on her own?

Couldn't she rely on him a little? It had been so long, but she still couldn't rely on him.

Even after all this time, she still couldn't fully depend on him.

He was her husband.

Freya blinked, feeling wronged as she said, "When I woke up, you weren't by my side. How could I find you?"

"You could have called me."

As long as she made a sound, no matter where she was, he would come to her side immediately.

"There must have been something important for you to leave at this ungodly hour. I didn't want to distract you."

The man bent down and blew on her wrist, his voice deep, "I hope that you can think of me at any time, even in important matters, nothing is more important than you."

Upon hearing this, Freya's heart felt warm and sweet again.

She knew how much he cherished her.

But he had his own things to do, and she really didn't want to bother him with trivial matters.

"It's just a small bruise, it'll be fine in a few days. Don't worry."

She reached out her uninjured hand and pinched his cheek.

Suddenly, she focused her gaze on his neck.

A small needle hole was not conspicuous, but it couldn't escape her eyes.

After all, she was good at acupuncture and very sensitive to needle holes.

She gently stroked his neck and asked, "What happened to your neck?"

Bradley's heart trembled, and he grabbed her delicate hand and kissed it on his lips. "Didn't you poke me with a needle?"

"Me? When have I ever done that?"

She pouted.

She had never touched his neck with needles, as all her acupuncture points were on his back and body.

Bradley chuckled softly, "I'm just teasing you. It was a needle mark left accidentally by Xavier."

Freya half-believed, half-doubted; this reason sounded too far-fetched.

Why would Xavier, a Western doctor, poke him with needles for no reason?

As she was still skeptical, the man hugged her and his voice became huskier.

"It's late, let's sleep."

Freya obediently lay down with him.

She hadn't closed her eyes all night, and she was indeed tired.