Freya looked at the flat stairs, full of helplessness, but also stopped struggling, curled up in his arms like a well-behaved kitten.

She didn't know if she was too tired, or if his embrace was too comfortable.

During the ten-minute journey back, she actually fell asleep in the man's arms.

Back in the rest area.

Bradley carefully put her on the bed, covered her with a blanket, and reached out to brush away the stray hair on her forehead.

No matter how outstanding she was, she was still just a twenty-year-old girl.

At this age, many girls are still enjoying university life on campus.

But his little woman, had already ventured outside long ago.

At such a young age, she possessed remarkable medical skills and, under tough training, gradually became a killer Mystica.

She used her own hands to create the most beautiful clothes in the world, step by step rising to the position of the top designer.

She... is so excellent, so outstanding.

But now, because she is pregnant, she feels lazy like a cat.

Bradley's rough fingertips gently brushed her face, his eyes tinged with a sense of heartache, but he did not regret letting her get pregnant.

At least with a child, she can properly slow down, rest peacefully for a while.

She has endured a lot of hardship since childhood, and in recent years she has worked hard to make herself strong, always walking on a careful path.

It is precisely because he is also like this, that he can better understand her pain.

...

Because she was thinking about the fashion show all the time, Freya didn't sleep for long.

When she woke up, she went to the dressing room and found out that the makeup artist had been waiting here for a full half hour.

Fortunately, there is still half an hour before the competition, so it's still time to prepare. The makeup artist and assistant helped Freya take the wedding dress to the dressing room and helped her put it on. After all, a wedding dress is different from other clothes and cannot be worn alone; it can only be adjusted by an assistant. After changing, another ten minutes passed. When Freya walked out of the dressing room, the makeup artist couldn't help but praise her. They had never seen anyone wear a wedding dress so beautifully. This expensive wedding dress was originally designed by Freya herself. At this moment, her fair skin was accentuated by this white dress embellished with scattered diamonds, making her look more delicate and exquisite. Her eyes were filled with a hint of autumn and her long eyelashes fluttered like a fan. Standing in front of the mirror, she admired herself, feeling beautiful. The strapless design of the wedding dress lifted her chest, giving her a touch of subtle sensuality.

At first, she was still hesitating whether to design it as a one-shoulder or a strapless dress, but later she thought that adding a sexy element to her design, a strapless dress would be more appropriate. When the wedding dress was finished, she had seen it but had never actually tried it on. The fabric was different from a regular wedding dress, soft and not harsh on the skin, intricate but not heavy. She was thinking too deeply and didn't notice a tall figure approaching behind her. The makeup artist wanted to remind her, but the other person made a gesture for silence, she nodded and left with the assistant. In the huge floor mirror, a tall figure suddenly appeared behind Freya, standing quietly. In the man's long fingers, he was holding a valuable diamond necklace. It wasn't until the cold touch came that Freya suddenly came back to her senses, staring at the man who suddenly appeared in the mirror with wide eyes. She suddenly wanted to turn around, but the man gestured for her not to move. "When did you come, why didn't I hear any sound?"

Bradley smiled slightly and said, "You're here." After that, he put the diamond necklace around her neck. The two were so close that the man's warm breath fell on Freya's neck, causing her to shiver. The mirror reflected the yings of the two, with an ambiguous air flowing between them. Although Freya was not short, she appeared so petite standing next to Bradley. With open arms, the man could embrace her completely. "How I wish today you were marrying me!" A deep male voice came from behind, causing Freya's heart to tremble fiercely. The small woman in front of him was so beautiful, making his heart overflow with emotion. Just standing at the door for a while, a mere silhouette made his heart beat faster, and she was so quiet and sweet in front of the mirror, that he couldn't help but finally move closer to her.

"I didn't agree to your proposal, why are you so anxious?" Freya pouted, raising her hand to her neck.

The diamond necklace just slipped under her collarbone, making her look even more seductive.

Looking through the mirror, Freya could clearly see the man's pupils darken, tinted with a crimson hue.

She quickly reached out to cover her chest, pretending to be angry, "Bradley, where are you looking?"

"I suddenly don't want you to go on stage anymore. I want to take you home and keep you all to myself," he said.

Even he felt a bit out of control with her dressed like this.

How could he accept the idea of her being exposed to others while standing on the stage, being admired by everyone?

Freya lowered her eyes and cast a glance at herself, indeed looking quite alluring.

But since she had decided to go on stage, and the wedding dress was designed in this style, she couldn't just change it now!

"She held onto the man's arms, her eyes forming crescent moons. 'Honey, it's just a performance. I won't be on stage for more than twenty minutes. Don't make such a big deal out of it!' 'Then you'll have to make it up to me.' Freya hesitated, surprised to see the man acting so spoiled. She sighed and said, 'Bradley, don't be so childish.' She didn't notice the deepening gaze of the man. She pondered for a moment, preparing to kiss him on tiptoes, but the man directly wrapped his arms around her waist and led her to the dressing table. The next second, the sound of cracking continued endlessly. Before Freya could react, the man had lifted her onto the dressing table, bringing them to eye level, face to face. Bradley's handsome face lowered, their noses almost touching, causing cheeks to flush and hearts to race. 'Bradley, you—'"

Freya had not finished speaking when Bradley suddenly leaned in, his hands on the table, thin lips covering hers. Freya's mind went blank. She tried to speak, but the man didn't give her a chance, directly swallowing all her breath. Freya had nowhere to place her hands, so she could only hold onto his neck. However, this unexpected kiss caught her off guard, leaving her feeling dizzy. Soon, her face blushed, and she weakly leaned into the man's embrace. A knock on the door was heard, "Madam, the fashion show is about to start." Freya started to struggle, but the man's strength was overpowering, and she couldn't push him away. She became anxious, with her eyes turning red. Bradley was immersed in the kiss and couldn't pull himself away. He said in a deep voice, "Be good, don't move around, let me kiss you some more."