She lightly tapped his chest with her finger before snagging a crimson silk scarf from a nearby stall, draping it around his neck to conceal his bare skin.

"Hmm, this adds a nice touch."

Only she could admire everything about him.

Others couldn't even steal a glance.

Bradley saw through her playful antics with a single glance and let out a low chuckle. "Feeling jealous, huh?"

"Yes, I don't want anyone else to see. Even if you're going to show off, it should only be in front of me," Freya asserted dominantly, hooking her arm through his as if staking her claim.

Bradley smiled calmly as he leaned in close to her ear. "Alright, I'll indulge you tonight when we return."

A wave of heat washed over Freya, her face flushing visibly.

In response, she lifted her foot and firmly stomped on his. "You're behaving like a rogue in broad daylight again."

Bradley stole a glance at her collarbone, where traces of their earlier kiss lingered.

Her lips, still slightly swollen, exuded an irresistible allure.

He hadn't quite had his fill of that kiss.

This feeling was truly unlike any other.

With that thought, the flames of desire ignited in his eyes.

Without further ado, he scooped her up and set off towards home.

"Let's draw the curtains when we get back and pretend it's already dark."

"Bradley... you..." Freya felt incredibly embarrassed, shooting him a glare. "Put me down quickly, there are so many people watching."

"Let them watch. I'm just holding my wife. What's wrong with that?"

He paid no heed to the onlookers, effortlessly navigating through the crowd with her in his arms.

At that moment, Freya noticed a pair of eyes observing them from behind.

Pretending not to have noticed, she whispered to Bradley, "Someone's following us. Carry me and turn into the alley ahead. Don't look back."

Bradley narrowed his eyes sharply.

He had already noticed the observer behind them and was teasing Freya deliberately.

Carrying her towards the alley, he slipped into the adjacent lane.

The pursuer searched the empty alley in vain, unable to find any trace of them.

Suddenly, a figure darted from the front and attacked the pursuer from behind.

"Looking for me?"

Freya's voice was cold as she delivered a heavy punch.

The opponent felt only a rush of wind as Freya's piercing gaze locked onto them. Abruptly, the person turned and caught Freya's fist.

As soon as their eyes locked, Freya froze.

"Master, why are you here?"

She hadn't expected their pursuer to be Queen Sally herself.

Caught red-handed, the Queen cleared her throat. "If I didn't follow you, how would I know what my son-in-law looks like?"

As she spoke, another figure passed by.

Freya only saw a dark shadow above her head.

Just as Bradley's fist was about to strike the queen's head, Freya stopped him.

"Honey, hold on. This is my master!"

Bradley's fist halted just inches from the queen's head.

The Queen's eyes lit up as she scrutinized Bradley from head to toe.

"Not bad."

She reached out and patted his shoulder, nodded and said, "This physique is not bad either."

She then proceeded to assess his chest muscles.

She was very satisfied.

"Well-developed chest muscles."

"Solid abs."

Her gaze drifted downwards, focusing on a particular area of his body.

Freya blushed as she followed the Queen's gaze.

"Master, what are you looking at?"

The Queen didn't blush or breath, and still didn't look away.

She squinted her eyes and frowned again.

Then she patted his waist and said, "That's good. There should be no problem in creating a football team."

Pfft!

Freya's face turned beet red, unable to bear the embarrassment.

Her master always had a knack for making her blush.

Glancing up, she met Bradley's intense gaze.

Clearing her throat awkwardly, she retorted, "Master, who said anything about starting a football team? Do you think I'm a sow or something?"

"What sow? Having many children and grandchildren is considered auspicious."

After saying that, the Queen ignored her and shifted her attention on Bradley again.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Freya's master, and that makes me your master too. Just call me 'master' when you're with her."

Bradley was taken aback.

He only knew that Freya's medical skills were passed down by the renowned doctor, Dr. Gunther.

He didn't know that Dr. Gunther had passed away many years ago.

He had no idea that she had another master.

"This is my martial arts master!"

Freya explained, sensing his confusion.

"Yes, all of Freya's martial arts were taught by me. I've heard you're quite skilled yourself. How about a sparring match with your master?"

The Queen immediately made a move, and her strikes were fierce. "If you want to marry my disciple, having good looks and physique isn't enough. You need to be skilled, or else my disciple will end up with just a pretty face."

Freya couldn't help but laugh at her words.

A pretty face?

What kind of thoughts did her master have in her head?

Why were they always so strange and peculiar?

She didn't try to stop her.

She also wanted to see who was superior in martial arts between her master and Bradley.

Right from the start, both of them were extremely formidable.

Freya leaped up and sat on the rooftop to enjoy the duel.

The fight between the two of them was truly spectacular.

Bradley was fast, but the Queen's movements were graceful.

After several rounds, they were evenly matched.

Seeing that she couldn't gain the upper hand, the Queen stopped and sat down to catch her breath.

"That's enough. Your skills are not bad. As long as you can protect my disciple, that's all that matters."

She noticed that Bradley hadn't exerted his full strength.

His skills were far more complex than they appeared on the surface.

Internationally, there were only a few people who could match her, but the person before her seemed to surpass her.

"Son-in-law, where did you learn your skills?"

Some of the moves from earlier seemed familiar to her.

There was once a person whose skills were on par with hers, but he had retired over a decade ago.

However, the skills of the man before her now reminded her of him.

This evoked a moment of nostalgia and sadness in her.

"I grew up learning martial arts from my father, who was a military general. He's also my master."

"I've heard rumors about you being the ousted prince of the Newman family. Is your father Isaac Newman?"

"You know my father?"

Bradley was taken aback.

The Queen's expression darkened as she responded, "I've heard of him. He was an extraordinary man, but sadly, he fell victim to the Logan family's schemes and passed away prematurely."

The Queen sighed.

After a moment of silence, Bradley cautiously asked, "May I ask who you are?"

Noticing that her master's identity was about to be disclosed, Freya hurriedly leaped down from the rooftop.

"Master, don't you have urgent matters to attend to? You should go handle them."