"But, the event is about to start." Taking advantage of his moment of relaxation, Freya said breathlessly.

Bradley didn't listen, he was very clingy and couldn't hear her words at all.

The assistant outside the door did not get a response for a long time. He gently pushed the door open and said, "Husband..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the assistant immediately froze, never expecting to see such a scene.

She stammered an apology and quickly closed the door again.

Being suddenly interrupted, Bradley gradually regained his senses and let go of Freya.

Before she could say anything, he walked to the closet and took out a shawl to put on her.

"Either change out of this wedding dress, or wear this shawl on the runway, it's up to you to choose."

Freya was still in a daze, not understanding what he was up to.

"She took off the shawl and said discontentedly, 'The purpose of this fashion show is for each model to wear the designs of the nominated designers on stage. If we wear shawls, wouldn't that be different from the original intention?'

'It's just a game, no need to take it seriously.'

Even after just losing control, Bradley's voice was still hoarse, with a hint of red in his eyes. He adjusted his tie and said, 'If you are unwilling, I will have to end this fashion show.'

He couldn't accept the sight of this woman shining brightly in the center of the stage. Men are visual creatures, naturally drawn to the most dazzling spots.

Thinking about those men staring at Freya with lustful eyes, he felt like he was going crazy!

'No, everyone is looking forward to this show. If it suddenly ends, others will be so disappointed!'

'Then what do you suggest? Do you really want to go on stage like this?'

'Okay, how about you postpone the show, and I'll adjust the design on the chest area!'

At this point, she could only do this.

From the way the men had looked at her earlier, as if they wanted to devour her, she could imagine the scene of standing on stage and being the target of all eyes, triggering his jealousy."

Bradley immediately asked the assistant to handle this matter and the fashion show was postponed for half an hour.

When the audience and reporters received this news, they were all talking incessantly.

"What's going on, why was the show delayed?"

"Is it because a model needs to be replaced?"

"It's possible, I heard that the model for this show was already chosen, but it seems that from just now until now, we haven't seen the model enter. Could it be that the model didn't show up?"

"It's possible, there must be something going on."

...

In the dressing room.

Freya held needles, thread, and scissors, with full concentration and spirit, making alterations to the wedding dress, cutting the missing fabric from the hem.

Meanwhile, Bradley sat on the sofa opposite her, quietly watching her.

His rough fingertips gently brushed over the corner of his lips, still lingering with her scent.

He lost control just from that kiss earlier.

If it wasn't for the assistant suddenly bursting in, he didn't dare to imagine what he might have done.

The woman in the wedding dress was stunning, almost like a fox spirit, able to captivate the souls of all men with just a blink of an eye.

Now she had taken off the wedding dress, wearing only a tube top as she sat on the chair, earnestly sewing.

Mù Běichēn sat there doing nothing, just quietly watching, feeling a dryness in his throat.

He took a deep breath, went to the water cooler to pour himself a glass of ice water, and then drank it in one go.

The cold sensation hit his throat, making him feel a bit better.

Soon, Freya had fixed the neckline.

Originally a strapless style, there was now an additional layer of veil at the location of the bust, perfectly covering the cleavage.

Freya quickly finished up the final details before standing up with the wedding dress in her arms. "I've made the changes, I'll go change now."

"Alright," Bradley replied. "If you need help, just call me."

Freya didn't want him to help at all, who knows what he might do if he got too close.

After all, the kiss just now was so fierce, she hadn't forgotten how he seemed like he wanted to devour her.

Carrying the wedding dress into the dressing room, Freya put on the dress and struggled a bit with the back straps.

The makeup artist and assistant helped her earlier, but now she couldn't seem to do it alone.

Freya was getting anxious, after several attempts it ended in failure.

Feeling at a loss, she had no choice but to open the door and speak to the man, "Husband, can you call the assistant in for me? I need their help!"

"How can I help?"

Bradley stood up from the sofa and walked towards her.

Freya exposed half of her body, from Bradley's angle, he could see everything clearly. She saw the man's eyes dim and unclear, and quickly shrunk back, only revealing half of her head.

"Uh... I can't tie the straps properly."

"Okay, let me help you!"

Before Freya could agree, the man entered directly and stood face to face with her.

Freya quickly pushed him away, "You don't need to help, get out. Moreover, as a big man, you can't do this."

"Don't forget, when you first entered the Manor, I helped you."

With his reminder, Freya suddenly remembered Bradley's pretending to be blind in the past.

At that time, her zipper was stuck, and this man pretended to be blind and touched around, she was already clearly being peeped at, but fortunately, he was blind and couldn't see.

Thinking back now, he was really despicable.

When she thought about the past, Freya felt embarrassed. If it wasn't for this man repeatedly deceiving her, she would have left after completing her revenge plan and wouldn't have ended up falling in love with him. "You dare to mention the past, you deceived me so miserably!" She clenched her fist and lightly struck his chest. Bradley quickly grabbed her wrist, leaned down and kissed her, "If I didn't deceive you, how could I have won you over? Freya, you made me chase you so hard!" The man looked very aggrieved, truly asking for a beating. Hard, you say? Hard my foot! How much benefit did he gain by using a disabled person, and he still has the nerve to say that! Freya rolled her eyes at him, hmphed twice, and turned her head away.

The man smiled helplessly when he saw this, his hand fell on her back, her fair skin shimmering with a translucent light, making his pupils dark.

"Moo - Bei - Bradley - where are you touching?" Freya became anxious, glaring at him angrily, "Don't touch me, otherwise...otherwise I really don't want to deal with you!"

Her lips were swollen from the earlier kiss, and with the chaotic words, this show really couldn't go on.

Moo Bradley pinched her lips and said hoarsely, "Okay, I won't touch you randomly."

After that, he grabbed the laces, but whether his fingertips intentionally or inadvertently brushed against her, Freya's whole body got goosebumps.

She stiffened her body, suppressed the urge to push him away, and pouted, "Hurry up."

Moo Bradley didn't want to hurry up, because Freya here belonged to him alone.

But once they stepped out of this door, she would be the highly acclaimed top designer Julia.

Perhaps his existence would seem transparent.