"How much longer till this mess is over?" she asked.

"About three months at this pace," he replied.

"Three months? That's too long. I can only handle waiting for one month," she said, frustrated.

Bradley just shrugged, smiling helplessly.

"Okay, I'll aim to sort things out in a month," he promised.

Freya grinned with satisfaction. "Great, I trust you, Honey. I'll be here waiting."

She went from serious to cute in a snap.

Bradley's lips curved up slightly, his deep eyes staring at Freya intently, catching every emotion that crossed his wife's face.

He chuckled, and gesturing to her, "Honey, come here."

"What for?"

She asked suspiciously.

Bradley sighed softly when he noticed her staying put, and then walked over alone.

He gently held her hand, then directly lifted her up.

"You're not fully recovered yet, you still need to rest. I'll carry you upstairs."

"I'm good, I can walk. Let me down," Freya insisted, struggling.

Usually, it would have been okay for him to do this, but now that Matthew was here, couldn't he show some consideration?

"I enjoy carrying you."

He admitted. Even if he had to do it forever, he'd be cool with that.

Holding her used to feel effortless before she got hurt.

After lounging in bed for just a few days, why did she feel as light as a feather?

He felt bad for her and said, "Once you're better, you should eat more. With such little weight, how can you handle my teasing?"

Freya blushed at his words.

This guy always talked like he's on a roll.

How could his mind always be filled with dirty thoughts?

She clenched her fist and playfully scolded him, "You're so annoying!"

Bradley saw her shy look, and his heart melted completely.

He pressed his lips to her forehead gently, his tone overflowing with fondness, "I'm annoying but you like it, do you?"

"Slick talker, I don't like it!"

She purposely turned her face away, not wanting to meet his gaze.

It felt so nice, like I just had a spoonful of honey.

Bradley looked somewhat hurt, "But I like you, I like you so much. If you don't feel the same about me, I don't want to live!"

A warm breath washed over, making Freya melt in his arms, her heart racing.

The two of them were all lovey-dovey in the villa, goofing around for another two days, and Freya's injury was almost healed.

However, after being sick, she had lost some weight, and her old clothes were now became loose.

Ella took Freya out for shopping.

They stepped into a fancy clothing store, where a salesperson approached them.

"Hi there, these are our latest season's items. Feel free to try them on if you like."

Freya glanced at the clothes with 'Julia' tags, a grin spreading across her face.

Ella leaned in and whispered in her ear, "How about this, a surprise?"

"Julia" was Freya's name in the design world. She was not just good with jewelry but also fashion.

Ella, her assistant, had been quietly handling her career for years. Not just the clinic, but also the clothing brand. In just a year, they had branched out all over the globe.

In the design industry, the name "Julia" was likely known by every trendy man and woman.

Any jewelry or evening gown designed by Julia could become a trendsetter.

This store's only been open for two weeks.

Before Freya even got to Solterra, Ella came ahead to look for a suitable storefront and set up this clothing store.

Bringing her out today was all about surprising her.

Seeing her brand go global was pretty darn awesome.

"Ella, you're truly amazing."

Freya said, linking arms with Ella, her eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

Outside, there was a loud commotion.

Two rich ladies strolled in, chatting away.

One of them, tossing her head arrogantly, said, "We're here to shop, so make some space."

"Sorry, our shop is open to everyone, no discrimination here. We don't do special treatment for anyone, Ladies," the friendly salesperson said.

The rich lady sneered, "A mere salesperson dare to talk back? You know who I am?"

"Sorry, we serve everyone the same, no matter what."

The salesperson said, forcing a smile.

Their shop had only been open for two weeks, and they had plenty of posh ladies come in, but this was the first time they faced such an attitude.

"This lady is the Duchess, you think you can talk to her like that? Get your manager, I want you gone."

The salesperson was sweating now.

Apart from the Queen, the Duchess was considered the most prestigious woman in Solterra.

She politely said, "I'm the manager here, Madam."

"You're the manager?" The rich lady was shocked, then said sarcastically, "With service like this, no wonder you're not the top brand."

Then she turned to Zoey and said, "Duchess, with such bad service, these clothes probably not good either. Let's go elsewhere."

But Zoey, who had been quiet, looked around and said calmly,

"No, let's buy from this store."

After that, she started picking out clothes, but her eyes kept flicking to Freya and Ella.

Freya was choosing clothes, while Ella handed her a dress, saying, "Try this on, it fits you perfectly."

The Julia brand was named after Freya.

The clothes and jewelry here were super exclusive, starting at a million bucks each. Regular people couldn't afford this stuff.

"Why do I feel like you're the one behind this dress?"

Freya took the dress and carefully examined it, arching her eyebrows as she glanced at her.

Ella had been learning from Freya for ages, not just medicine but design too.

She pretty much knew all of Freya's skills. Freya grinned and said, "You noticed that too."

While they chatted, Zoey and the rich lady were picking out clothes.

The rich lady felt too embarrassed to clear the scene, so she focused on finding faults with this particular store.

"Madam, the clothing here is rather average, not as impressive as rumored, and the prices are quite high. Isn't it deceiving?"

"I think they're alright," Zoey said casually.

"But any kind of person can enter this kind of store, it's lowering the standards."

As the rich lady spoke, she glanced at the two people ahead.

Zoey was already feeling a bit down, and hearing this annoyed her even more. "So you're saying I've got bad taste because I like this place?"