Except for a table and two stools, there were no other furnitures in sight.

Walking towards the backyard, she found many peculiar things.

Curious, she picked them up to get a good look and noticed some gray powder around.

Upon closer inspection, there was a strong smell of gunpowder.

It seemed that these were tools for making explosives.

As she continued forward, she found a small room outside. Pushing the door open, she was stunned.

Instead of an ordinary storage room, it was a small laboratory.

The shelves held an orderly array of chemical substances, neatly organized, alongside a few unfamiliar instruments.

It appeared that Shadow Specter was quite skilled in the field of explosives.

In addition, there was a shelf displaying various firearms.

Freya picked up a bomb to examine, it was miniature in shape, liquid-filled, and lightweight.

She couldn't even name most of the bombs.

She casually grabbed a few small bombs before leaving the laboratory.

Shadow Specter hadn't woken up yet, so Freya sat in the yard, deep in thought.

She took out her phone and checked it. Finding that there was no messages or calls, she felt a bit disappointed.

Being alone made her feel lonely suddenly.

She even... missed that man a little.

She hesitated and proactively sent him a text.

"Bradley, what are you doing?"

The text had just been sent successfully when her phone beeped. It was a message from the man.

"Freya, you finally look for me."

Freya was surprised. So... he anticipated her seeking him out rather than reaching out to her first?

Shouldn't he be the one to step up and calm her down when the wife was upset?

The old Bradley didn't behave like this.

Even if she was being unreasonable, he would shamelessly pursue her relentlessly.

But what's wrong with him now, waiting for her to reconcile even in cold wars?

Freya couldn't understand where the problem lay.

Is it possible that their relationship had moved beyond the stage of passion and transitioned into a period of detachment?

Her heart felt constrained for a moment.

Before she could respond, another message from Bradley appeared.

"Honey, I'm at Wolf Mountain. Where are you? I'll swing by to fetch you this afternoon."

"Honey, I've given it a lot of thought. It's my fault. I shouldn't have upset you. Feel free to scold me or even hit me, as long as you forgive me."

"I've made a reservation at a restaurant for tonight. Let's dine out and catch a movie together."

"It's been ages since we went on a date. I miss you."

Freya found herself inundated with messages, too engrossed in reading them to even muster a response, let alone reply.

Seeing the last message, her heart rippled.

He still held a spot for her in his heart. It was evident even if she couldn't physically see him, but she could sense it through his words.

He... truly cared about her.

"Bradley, are you seeking my forgiveness?"

"Yes, I don't want to continue this silent conflict with you."

"Do you understand your mistakes?"

Freya waited for a while, but the message didn't come immediately, feeling disappointed.

She was about to angrily turn off her phone when it 'dinged'.

She quickly opened it and was shocked to see a long text.

"I know, the mistake lies in not sending Shadow One away from my side. But Freya, Shadow and Shadow One have been with me for over a decade, they have always been willing to live and die for me, stand in front of bullets and swords. I have long regarded them as siblings. But if you truly dislike Shadow One, I can send her back to the organization immediately, and she will never appear by your side again."

He always knew what made Freya angry. With her broad-mindedness, how could she stay angry for so long over some photos?

He probably also understood Shadow One's intentions toward him.

But he had never given her the chance.

Plus, Shadow One had shown restraint over the years, never overstepping boundaries. If he were to blame her for this, it wouldn't be fair to Freya.

Freya looked at the messages, feeling immensely conflicted.

She admitted she had been too petty.

Knowing that Bradley had her in his heart, she still got upset with him over such trivial matters.

She replied, "What would you do if Shadow One betrayed you?"

"She wouldn't."

"Do you trust her that much?"

"Yes."

Freya felt uncertain due to the man's resolute tone.

She swiftly typed, "But are you aware that she..."

Just as she was about to send the message, Bradley's call interrupted.

"Freya, regardless of your belief, Shadow One is faithful to me. However, if she ever harms you or betrays my trust, I'll handle it myself!"

His tired voice carried a distinct sense of exhaustion.

Freya was taken aback.

She couldn't fathom the depth of Bradley's confidence in Shadow One.

Considering the clues she had gathered, it seemed that Shadow One's allegiance primarily lay with the Dark Master.

"May I ask about something?"

"Of course."

"Are you acquainted with the Dark Master of the Dark Web?"

Despite her suspicions, she refrained from speculation, lacking evidence to verify any connection between the Dark Master and Bradley.

"I do."

The man didn't deny it.

Freya was even more taken aback.

If Bradley was acquainted with the Dark Master, it could provide an explanation for Shadow One's allegiance.

But who exactly was this Dark Master?

"I understand you have many uncertainties. Just give it some time, and I'll disclose everything to you. But, Freya, let's avoid arguments and cold wars in the future, alright?"

His voice carried a sense of being outdoors, with the rustle of leaves in the background.

All of Freya's frustration melted away under his gentle, persuasive tone.

She agreed, "Sure, no more disagreements."

"I have a present for you, check your messages."

Freya blinked and promptly opened the message, her cheeks flushing instantly.

The man had sent a photo of himself in swimwear, but there was someone else in the picture.

Freya felt a lump in her throat.

The person in the image was her, clad in a bikini.

With a well-proportioned physique, she stood beside the man, a faint blush adorning her face.

Despite being edited, the alterations were seamless, leaving no evidence of tampering.

"I understand these photos might make you uncomfortable, so I included you to ease your feelings."

"I purchased this swimsuit. When will you wear it for me?"

Freya's face was hot, her heart racing.

She listened to his seductive, deep voice while looking at the photos of them swimming together on the screen.

Each image stirred powerful emotions within her, making it impossible to calm down.

"You're so naughty for buying this type of swimsuit."

"I'm eager to see you in it."

"I won't wear it."

Despite her refusal, her mind was filled with thoughts of herself in that swimsuit.

It appeared... she had actually never gone swimming with Bradley.

Just as this thought crossed her mind, she heard a commotion behind her.

Glancing at the time, Freya realized that Shadow Specter was about to wake up.

She quickly said, "Okay, I need to go now. I have a patient waiting."

Before he could reply, she ended the call herself.

She took another look at the photos.

It seemed that she looked really great in this outfit!