"Miss Julia, there are rumors that the model for today's fashion show was personally selected by you. Can you reveal who this lucky model is?"

"Miss Julia, you promised Mr. Bradley's marriage proposal at the fashion design competition. Will you be announcing the specific wedding date today when you both appear together?"

"Miss Julia, I heard that you are pregnant. Is it a single or twin pregnancy, and is it a boy or a girl?"

Sharp questions, one more fierce than the other.

Freya hid in Bradley's arms, feeling like her eardrums were about to explode.

The video led the bodyguards ahead, not allowing anyone to approach even a bit, while Bradley escorted Freya through the crowd and into the venue towards the VIP lounge.

Originally, they were supposed to come together.

But because there was a last-minute issue with the wedding dress, Freya went to handle it herself, so he came to the venue to wait first.

He was worried about the reporters harassing Freya, especially now that she was pregnant. If anyone without eyesight touched her, it would scare his precious child.

Upon entering the rest area, Freya was immediately attracted by the fragrant aroma.

Looking up, she saw a variety of fruits in the lounge, including her favorite ice-sugar bayberries.

She turned to look at Bradley, tears filling her eyes, and then threw herself into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck.

"Honey, are you raising me like a pig with all these things? How can I finish them all?"

"Although there are many varieties, we don't know what our child likes to eat. You can try a bite of each."

Since becoming pregnant, Freya had become very picky with her food.

If the taste was too strong or too bland, she would feel nauseous. She also couldn't eat fruits and vegetables that were not in season.

Bradley had no choice but to buy a lot of things each time and try them out one by one to see if they suited her taste.

All these fruits were imported by air, with extremely high nutritional value and a very sweet and sour taste tested by him first.

However, he didn't know if they would suit Freya's taste.

"No, I can't eat too much. I still have to go on stage later. If I eat too much and get too full, I won't be able to fit into my wedding dress." Freya pursed her lips, although she was suffering from severe morning sickness, her mouth couldn't resist the temptation when she saw so many fruits, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"It's still early before the fashion show starts. After eating, I'll take you for a walk," Bradley brought a bunch of grapes, carefully peeled them, and then handed them to her mouth.

Freya took a bite and the juice spread in her mouth, instantly arousing her appetite. "Mm, delicious."

She also peeled one for him and personally handed it to his lips, but Bradley shook his head and said, "You eat it, I don't like grapes."

"It's really delicious, you should try it!" Freya coaxed him playfully.

Bradley was helpless, so he just bit onto the grape. Immediately, his handsome face turned unpleasant.

He tightly pursed his lips, his body shivering.

Seeing this, Freya grinned, "See, I was right, it's really good!"

"It is good!"

Bradley made a weird expression, but pretended to solemnly swallow the grape.

So sour!

It made his teeth feel like they were going to fall out!

He quickly poured a glass of warm water and drank it down to suppress the sourness in his mouth.

Meanwhile, Freya enjoyed her food and occasionally fed him a bite. Bradley, though not fond of sour food, forced himself to eat it.

He didn't even bite down, his teeth felt weak.

Out of over a dozen fruits, Freya only ate grapes. The others were either too sweet or not in season, so she didn't take another bite.

After finishing the meal, Bradley took her hand and walked towards the top floor in the elevator.

"Where are we going?"

Freya looked at the elevator ascending floor by floor, puzzled as she looked at the man.

"It's a secret."

He held her small hand to his lips and kissed it, still carrying the scent of grapes.

The elevator reached the thirty-second floor, and the man led her to the rooftop.

From this angle, the two of them could see most of the city below.

Freya raised her head to look at him, puzzled, "Did you bring me here just to enjoy the breeze and the view?"

The man reached out and grabbed her hair, the soft strands brushing through his palm, stirring up ripples in his heart.

He held her face, leaned down, and lightly kissed her forehead and eyes, his voice deep, "Of course not."

After speaking, he pointed in a certain direction and asked, "Freya, look towards the southeast direction. What do you see that's special there?" Curious, Freya blinked and followed his finger to look. She was momentarily dazzled and quickly rubbed her eyes. What did she see? In front of her was a vast expanse of sparkling sea, with a luxurious yacht anchored on the sea. Despite the distance, Freya could faintly make out a few words. Bradley handed her a telescope, and Freya clearly saw the words on the yacht. 'Home of Treasures' was written along with her and Bradley's names, and the names of their unborn babies. 'Madeline, Leonard.' Freya felt her heart split open, a warm flow entering and filling her entire being. She put down the telescope, turned to look deeply at the handsome man, feeling her breath catch and even her eyes welling up.

Bradley, this is..."

The man reached out and embraced her, his voice infinitely gentle, "This is a gift for our child, and also our home."

He had prepared this yacht long ago, but couldn't think of a name for it until Freya was pregnant with their child, then he suddenly had an idea.

Because they didn't know the gender of the child, he chose names for both a boy and a girl.

Of course, these two names will be included in their family in the future.

He loves children, and of course he doesn't just want one!

"It's too early to give gifts before the child is born."

Although she said this, Freya's heart was already in turmoil.

Playing with her hair, Bradley said softly, "It's not too early. After this competition is over, we will sail around the sea. You have been too tired recently and need to relax for a while."

"Anywhere is fine?"

"Mm, that's fine."

Upon hearing this, Freya excitedly hugged his face and kissed him several times, "Darling, you are so good to me!"

"Wives are meant to be spoiled, who else would be good to you?"

After saying that, the man appeared at the door at an inappropriate time, cleared his throat twice, "Mr. Bradley, the makeup artist has arrived, please ask the lady to go for makeup."

"Got it."

The man agreed and, to Freya's surprise, he suddenly lifted her up and walked outside.

Freya exclaimed, holding onto his neck with both hands, "Put me down, I can walk by myself."

"The stairs are too narrow, it's not safe."

The man said solemnly.