When Bradley returned to the Imperial View Villa, it was already ten o'clock at night.

Rosa greeted him and asked, "Has Young Master had dinner yet? There is chicken soup in the Bradley."

"I've already eaten!"

With that, the man walked towards the stairs.

When he reached the bedroom door, he gently pushed it open and saw the young woman already asleep.

Her soft long hair was scattered on the pillow, and even in her peaceful sleep, her tiredness was evident.

Bradley carefully walked in, approached the bedside, and reached out to brush away the stray strands of hair from her forehead before leaning down to place a kiss on her brow.

Freya slowly opened her eyes, seeing the handsome man's face magnified in her vision. She smiled, immediately wrapping her arms around him.

"Husband, you're back!"

The man rubbed his forehead against hers, his tone endlessly gentle. "I'll go take a shower first and then come to bed with you."

"Okay." Freya squinted her eyes slightly, still feeling a bit groggy from just waking up, obediently lying back and pulling the covers over herself.

Seeing this, the man's heart nearly melted.

Unable to control his emotions, he bent down and kissed her passionately for a long time before reluctantly walking towards the bathroom.

Freya turned her head to look in the direction of the bathroom, seeing the silhouette swaying on the frosted glass door, faintly discerning the muscular outline.

This man seemed to exist like a god, exuding an innate elegance and nobility that surpassed ordinary people.

Sometimes Freya couldn't help but wonder, with such outstanding and beautiful features, how did he endure pretending to be ugly for so many years before?

As she was thinking, the bathroom door slowly opened and the man walked out wrapped in a towel, his hair still wet, with droplets of water cascading down his firm chest, shimmering with a seductive gleam.

With just a glance, Freya couldn't help but swallow her saliva! This man... instead of flirting with her, he chose to go the sexy route? She wanted to look away, but her heart strongly protested. Just as she turned her head away, she couldn't resist turning back. Bradley's thin lips curved up, barefoot stepping towards her, his voice low like water, "Do you think it looks good?" With this question, Freya blushed. She covered her hot face and shook her head vigorously, "Hurry up and dry your hair, you'll catch a cold!" "You help me wipe it!" He threw the towel over, and sat down next to her. The soft big bed sank deep under his weight, bouncing Freya up. She picked up the towel and covered his head, gently wiping his hair.

The man's hair was very black and glossy, like high-quality satin. Usually meticulously groomed, when casually let down, it added a softness to his overall appearance. At this moment, she was kneeling on the bed, with her head raised, in a posture that allowed Bradley to have a perfect view of her collarbone. It was obvious that she had taken a bath before going to sleep, with a faint scent of bath lotion lingering on her body. Her hair was casually draped over her slender shoulders, accentuated by a silk nightgown that made her skin glow even more translucently. This girl had caught his attention from the first moment he saw her, exuding a clever charm that fascinated him. Even though she was soon to become a mother, this charm remained intact, quietly captivating him as he watched and savored her scent, making his blood boil with excitement. "Freya..." His deep voice echoed in her ear. Freya responded with a soft murmur, slightly lowering her head to look at him, "What's wrong? Did I hurt you?" The man gently clasped her delicate wrist, his dark and deep eyes shimmering with a tender light, "When I inherit the throne of the Southern Kingdom, I will offer you the kingdom in exchange for your hand in marriage, will you be my queen?"

Summer Freya was stunned.

She stared blankly at him, tears welling up in her eyes, even her heartbeat seemed to stop.

The most beautiful love words in the world are not "I love you," but "the man who deeply loves you can promise you a lifetime of warmth."

In the past, Bradley pretended to be disabled, silently protecting her from harm with his own methods.

Now he stood intact in front of her, but said he wanted to marry her with the whole country, how could Summer Freya not be moved.

She pursed her lips and nodded heavily, "Okay!"

The man smiled, embraced her, and kissed her forehead and eyes. "In two months, it will be my succession ceremony. We will have a wedding then, and I will announce to the world that you, Summer Freya, are the queen of my Nanlong Shawn ."

After reclaiming the southern country, he should have succeeded to the throne, but he did not want to bind their relationship with these state affairs, so he postponed the succession ceremony.

However, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day.

In addition, the mess of the Long Family has been cleaned up. If he does not return to the country to take the throne as soon as possible, it may cause panic among the people.

Just on the way back, Gabriel called again about this matter, and he finally decided to hold the inheritance ceremony two months later. Freya lowered her head and glanced at her belly. Two months later... With this belly like a ball, wearing a wedding dress would be too unsightly. She thought for a moment, and holding the man's neck, she said, "Let's wait for the child to be born for the wedding. I'm afraid I'll be too ugly by then and be laughed at, embarrassing you." Every woman wants to become a bride in the most perfect state. If she enters the marriage hall with a big belly, it would definitely be a big joke under the camera. So even though she really wanted to be his bride, she had to wait until after giving birth to stand in front of the priest in the most beautiful posture and make her vows to him. "Alright, I'll listen to you." Bradley touched her head and said gently, "Whenever you want to get married, I can marry you at any time!" "Then I want to get married now, propose to me again!" But as soon as she finished speaking, the man let go of her, and then turned over and knelt in front of her, as if performing a magic trick, a red gift box appeared in his hands.

He opened it, and inside was a shiny diamond ring.

Freya was stunned once again!

She rubbed her eyes hard, looking at him incredulously, "Husband, how did you do this?"

Clearly, there was no place on his body to hide anything, so where did this ring come from?

Seeing her so surprised, the man smiled and said, "I learned magic just to hear you say this. This ring has been ready for a long time and can be put on for you anytime."

After speaking, he looked at her with a serious expression, "Freya, will you marry me?"

Freya covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes from the astonishment.

She had casually mentioned it before, never expecting him to take it seriously.

Growing up, she had also dreamed of a romantic proposal from a beloved man, but the scene in front of her was far from what she had imagined.

This handsome man, kneeling shirtless on the ground, was really wild.