"What's your name?"

"I'm not telling you, hmph!"

With a full turn of his head, he refused to speak to the white bone spirit.

Ahead, Freya noticed the movement at the door, gently nudged Bradley, "Husband, um..."

But before she could finish her sentence, a more passionate kiss sealed off all her breath.

Freya widened her eyes, feeling like she would be kissed to death tonight.

This damn man, what exactly is he up to tonight?

What did she do wrong to deserve such punishment!

Bradley held the woman in his arms tightly against the tree, with both arms supporting her on either side of her body, firmly imprisoning her and not giving her a chance to struggle.

He didn't know what was wrong either, but tonight he especially wanted to be affectionate with her like this. No matter how much he kissed, it never felt like enough. In fact, he wanted to take it further. Freya was kissed into a daze, her mind completely blank. When she realized the man's temperature was rising, she suddenly understood something. Damn it! The reason he was so clingy was because... he had been betrayed again! "Bradley, calm down, I think... you've been poisoned!" Freya quickly spoke up while he was relaxed. But at this moment, Bradley's mind was filled with thoughts of her, unable to pay attention to what she was saying. This woman, from the moment he first saw her, he was deeply infatuated and couldn't break free. Her name suited her, like opium, making him addicted with just one taste.

But she is like Red Spider lily in the dark night, so mysterious that he cannot see through her.

She is like a fairy, causing him to fall for her.

At this moment, her fragrance fills his nostrils, and he only wants to kiss her like this for eternity.

Seeing Freya's lack of reaction, he knows the poison is too strong.

No, no, if he keeps kissing her like this, who knows if things will spiral out of control.

But she can't push him away!

This man is like a mountain, terrifyingly strong, and her struggles are like tickling him.

As she slowly regains consciousness, she reaches out and squeezes his chest muscles. The man's eyes change immediately upon seeing this.

Soon, he begins to relax.

Freya takes a deep breath, braving the risk of being devoured, and does as she pleases with him.

Until the man completely lost control, she fumbled for the silver needle on her body and stabbed it into his neck.

Hiss~

The man took a sharp breath, and the flames on his body extinguished to some extent.

The crimson in his eyes gradually faded, returning to clarity as he regained consciousness, also realizing what had just happened.

"When did you become so careless, not even aware of being poisoned."

Seeing the man return to normal, Freya said helplessly.

Bradley adjusted his collar, his pupils deep, recalling the scene of Lucy inviting him to meet in the lounge.

It must have been her who tampered with it during this time!

"Fortunately, this poison acts slowly, or else it would have been a big deal!"

Freya pursed her lips, feeling a sharp pain, as if she had been gnawed by a dog.

"I may have been drugged, but my consciousness is filled with you, my love. Shall we go home?" Bradley held her hand and kissed it lightly.

Although the injection had cooled the fire, his heart was filled with a sense of unattainable defeat.

Freya looked into his fiery eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, highlighting the contours of her face.

She nodded firmly and said, "Okay, let's go find Matthew and then go home."

Just as they turned around, they saw a figure standing in front of them, causing a slight shock.

Freya could clearly see the jealousy in Lucy's eyes, like a fire ready to incinerate her.

Matthew stood beside her, hands on hips, clearly unwilling to engage with her.

Freya flicked her hair, smiled slightly, and did not expect that Lucy had witnessed the passionate kiss between her and Bradley.

Perhaps, she now regrets it deeply.

After all, she was the one who administered the poison, and now, by not eating the meat, she had inadvertently benefited herself. How could she be content with this?

"Full!" Freya shouted.

Upon hearing her voice, Matthew turned her head in that direction and then hopped over towards her, "Mommy, Daddy!"

Lucy's face turned dark!

What did this little devil call Freya?

Mommy...

He also called Bradley Daddy.

So... is this really their child?

Lucy felt her head buzzing, her thoughts confused. Everything she had planned for tonight had all failed.

Clearly, she was supposed to be the center of attention as the birthday celebrant, but as soon as Freya appeared, all the limelight was stolen.

Obviously, tonight she could have had Mo Bradley, but what happened? She was still taken advantage of by Freya.

Lucy was so angry that her heart and lungs hurt, she clenched her fists and turned to leave.

Staying here will only make her feel more humiliated.

Even though she is in a bad situation, she is still a royal princess. She can have any man she wants, but this man in particular does not value her.

She is filled with anger, but leaving does not mean she is giving up; it's to find a better way.

Regardless, she is determined to have Di JingBradley at all costs.

"See, your little princess is jealous!" Freya glanced at Mo Bradley, with a playful look in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the danger in the man's eyes intensified, as he directly grabbed Freya's waist and looked down at her, "It seems like the kiss earlier didn't make you behave, so let's continue."

"Don't you, there are children here!"

Just as Freya finished speaking, the sound of footsteps echoed in her ears.

Wait for her reaction, only to find that Matthew had already disappeared without a trace!

"......"

Freya rubbed her forehead. Why did she have the feeling of a father and son teaming up in a disgraceful way.

"Now it's just the two of us left, we can continue!"

Bradley smirked, his handsome face lowering.

Just as their lips were about to touch, Freya raised her hand and a silver needle directly pierced the man's lips.

"Uh!"

The man cried out in pain, looking at the tiny silver needle on his lips, and then at the small woman in front of him gritting her teeth, he was torn between love and hate.

"I feel like the toxin in your body hasn't completely dissipated, one more needle should do the trick."

Bradley furrowed his brows, pulled out the needle from his lips, ignoring the stinging pain, and fiercely kissed her face.

Ten minutes later.

Freya was carried away, her eyes half open and half closed, her hands wrapped around the man's neck, her breath weak.

Who would have thought that Mystica, the top killer, would be kissed by a man almost to the point of suffocation.

Bradley looked at her weak appearance, grinned and said, "How does it feel, good?"

Freya tightly pursed her lips, not even having the strength to speak.

This was simply a great humiliation!

If the subordinates of the Spirit Raven Pavilion found out that their boss was almost kissed to death by someone, how could she continue to operate in the future?

"If you don't behave next time, it won't be as simple as a kiss."

Bradley was in a good mood, carrying Freya towards the garage.

Freya was no longer angry, at this moment she just wanted to collapse on the bed and sleep deeply.