Freya listened to the words, feeling a warmth in her heart.

She nodded, "I understand. I will definitely take good care of myself."

After saying that, she put down her phone and walked towards the balcony. Just now, she found that the view from this perspective was quite nice.

She lazily leaned on the balcony, her eyes inadvertently glancing beside, and unexpectedly found another room next door.

But she didn't pay much attention. At this moment seeing the colorful beach below, she felt the urge to go down and take a walk.

For many years, she had been working hard on her career, rarely having time to relax.

This rare trip to Leiton Island should be a good opportunity to unwind.

She flicked her long hair and turned to walk towards the door.

On the beach, Freya took off her shoes and walked barefoot on the sand. The soft sand felt like a sponge, very comfortable underfoot.

The sea breeze lifted her hair, a faint smile lingering on her lips as she walked forward step by step.

Not far away, Bradley and Sheldon were talking.

He spotted the graceful figure on the beach at a glance, and his gaze fell over there from time to time.

Sheldon also noticed his unusual behavior, raised an eyebrow, and teased, "I just heard Agni said that you've decided to be with Ms. Lawson?"

Bradley nonchalantly replied, "Hmm."

Now, Sheldon's gaze became more playful, and he said with a smile, "Ms. Lawson is indeed beautiful, with a perfect figure, truly a natural beauty that is hard to come by. But Felix, didn't you used to dislike women? How did you suddenly change your mind? Is Agni right in saying that you are accepting women for the sake of Master's illness?"

Previously, he and other disciples took Felix out for fun, arranging for women to entertain Felix. However, when one of the women accidentally bumped into Felix, he became extremely irritable and even threw her out of the private room.

Since then, they knew that Felix was allergic to women.

Over the years, as they searched for a specialist for their master, they had also consulted many experts in this field for Felix. However, Felix refused to cooperate, not willing to see any of them.

They had thought that Felix would probably stay single for the rest of his life.

Who would have thought that he would now be interested in Freya, even planning to date her and marry her?

"Before her, I really disliked women!"

Bradley gently touched his lips, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Sheldon was even more surprised; The stoic Felix, with a face that was cold like winter, smiled…

The key was that he smiled because of a woman.

This... was absolutely unbelievable!

"No way, Felix, are you serious?"

When Agni ran to him excitedly to tell him the news that Felix planned to marry Freya, he didn't believe it.

Unexpectedly, Felix sounded so certain. Even his gaze towards Freya was so passionate that Sheldon really had to believe it.

Felix has fallen in love!

"When the time comes, I will send you the invitation to mine and her wedding," Bradley gave him these words and walked forward.

Sheldon was speechless.

What did he miss? Why did the Felix change completely in just over an hour!

"Felix,… you better explain to me properly…"

Sheldon shouted from behind, but the man had already disappeared from his sight with a few big steps.

On the beach -

Freya was happily chasing the waves at this time.

Today, she was wearing a floral long skirt, the hem of which was already damp from the sea waves. Nevertheless, she didn't mind and continued to play happily by herself.

At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly emerged from behind.

Freya squinted, turned around suddenly, and attacked the man.

Bradley didn't expect her to make a move. His body leaned back, stepping back to narrowly avoid her attack.

Freya saw him, her cold eyes narrowing slightly, "Why is it you?"

He was too tall, and the shadow he had just cast was too oppressive. She thought her enemy had caught up to her.

Brushing off the sand on her body, she couldn't be bothered to deal with him, continuing to walk forward along the waves.

Ignored by Freya, Bradley smiled helplessly and then followed closely behind her, saying, "Since you're new here and unfamiliar with the place, I'll show you around."

Freya didn't accept his kindness, waving her hand to refuse, saying, "No need. I'll wander around by myself. After all, I won't stay here for long, no need to get too familiar."

These words...created strong a sense of distance!

Bradley touched his nose, feeling helpless. This little woman was truly ruthless when she wanted to be.

He let out a deep sigh, said nothing, and continued to follow behind her.

Freya, not interested in being followed like a tail, simply went to a nearby pavilion to sit and rest, wringing the water out of her skirt and cleaning the sand from her feet.

Bradley sat opposite her, but he really wanted to sit next to her and help her with these things.

However, he knew that if he suddenly got closer, this little woman would definitely fight back.

After all, he was Felix at the moment, not Bradley.

Freya dried her skirt, but when she came out in a hurry, she didn't have any tissues on her and couldn't clean the sand stuck to her feet.

She planned to go back and wash it off with water, but unexpectedly, Bradley suddenly took off his black cloak and draped it over her.

Freya was slightly startled and looked up at him.

"The wind is a bit chilly, and you're dressed too lightly. Wear more to avoid catching a cold."

Faint and familiar peppermint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose. Freya looked up at the man, feeling flustered, and in her distraction, Bradley's image flashed through her mind again.

Damn it!

Clearly they were not the same person. How could she keep mistaking them!

She took a deep breath, pulled the cloak off her shoulders, and used it to wipe away the sand under Bradley's gaze.

"I'm not cold. It's just that there's too much sticky sand on the soles of my feet, uncomfortable. Let me borrow your clothes for a bit."

She wiped it randomly several times, and then stood up straight after cleaning the sand off her feet. She shook the cloak before handing it back to him.

Whether it was too forceful or the skirt was too tight, she seemed to feel something explode.

But she didn't pay much attention, and said to the man in a flat tone, "Thanks!"

Bradley raised an eyebrow, curved his lips, and said, "It's for you, you can use it to wipe your feet when you come to play with the sand in the next few days."

"…..."

Freya rolled her eyes, and thought, 'Is this man crazy? '

She just touched it. The material of this windbreaker is good, and it's not cheap.

The coat might be worth several million.

And he just gave it to her to wipe her feet?

She looked up at the sky, 'It sure is nice being rich!'

She put her shoes back on, ready to leave, but the man unexpectedly grabbed her arm from behind.

"What are you doing?" Freya rolled her eyes at him.

The man said nothing, bending down to lift her up directly.

Freya screamed, trying to push him away, but the man's strength was too great for her to make him budge an inch.

You're exposed, so I'm carrying you back.

Exposed?

Freya suddenly remembered the strange noise earlier. Was it her skirt that had split open?

She checked carefully; the front was fine, but she could not take a look at her back.

She asked anxiously, "Where did it split open?"