Royal View Courtyard.

Main building, study.

Xavier waited for thirty minutes before seeing Bradley come out of the master bedroom.

He went up to report the search situation to Bradley.

"Young Master, the entire Royal View Courtyard has been searched front and back, but the whereabouts of the sniper have not been found. Currently, only the main building and the medical room have not been searched. South has already sent someone to the medical room, as for the main building..."

"No matter how bold he is, he cannot hide in the main building."

The man's voice was as cold as ice.

The design of Royal View Courtyard is different from other residences. When he designed it, he set up infrared monitoring systems all around. Even if the sniper could evade the external monitoring, it was impossible for him to sneak into the main building without making a sound.

Moreover, he and Freya have always been in the main building. Even if someone broke in, they would not have going unnoticed.

That means... the sniper is hiding in the medical room. Just as he was thinking, South's voice came from outside the door, "Young Master, I have something to report." "Come in." South came in respectfully and said, "I led the men to search the entire medical room but did not find any trace of the sniper." Upon hearing this, Bradley's face immediately turned grim. The person is in the Imperial Garden Villa, but they cannot be found? The only explanation is that this person is hiding among them. But who could it be? His sharp gaze swept over South and Xavier, brothers, finally looking towards the direction of the medical room, his cold eyes resembling swirling ink, chilling to the bying. He silently clenched his fists, a sinister smile curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"The fox will always show its true colors. Pass on my orders to keep an eye on Everything in the medical room and report to me at any time!

People have hidden intentions. Even if the sky is torn apart now, it will only startle the snakes in the grass.

He wants to see who has the guts to make a move on his woman right under his nose!

"Yes!"

"Everything may leave now."

The man waved his hand.

After the two brothers left, Bradley stood by the window in the corridor, staring in the direction of the medical room, his eyes like a hawk watching its prey.

...

The next day.

Clear skies as far as the eye can see."

Freya opened her eyes under the morning sun, habitually rolled over, only to come face to face with a handsome and exquisite male face.

She curved her lips and smiled, her delicate hand grabbing his neck as she softly called out, "Honey."

The next second, she nestled into his embrace, looking so charming and endearing.

Bradley felt his entire heart melting, His large hand wrapped around her slightly raised waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

His low, pleasant voice was like music, stirring the heartstrings.

Freya pursed her lips and nodded, "I had a beautiful dream."

"Tell me, what kind of beautiful dream was it?"

The man gently stroked her stomach, using this as a way to interact with their child.

Early in the morning, the fetal movements were relatively obvious. The child quickly became active, causing a small bump to form on Freya's belly.

"I dreamt that she ran away, running around in a garden, her smile so radiant."

In the dream, as the sun set, she and Bradley sat on a wicker chair, quietly watching their Yara play. She nestled happily in the man's arms, feeling calm and content.

This simple, happy, and joyful life was her lifelong dream. But she knew that Bradley was an extraordinary person, and this kind of life was an unattainable dream for them.

Therefore, she didn't say it out loud, not wanting to add pressure to him.

"Did you dream about me?" His hand started to wander.

Freya couldn't help but shrink back a little, patting his hand away with a coy smile. "No."

After speaking, she tried to leave his embrace, but as soon as she sat up, the man hugged her from behind.

"Don't move, let me hold you for a while."

His chin rested on her shoulder, indulging in the scent of her hair, his eyes half-closed in intoxication. The warm breath brushed against her neck, sending a current through her body, causing her to tremble slightly. "Stop fooling around, the sun is out, time to get up!" She tilted her head to avoid his warmth, but the man lowered his head and pecked at her swan-like neck. Freya almost melted in his embrace. After being together for so long, they understood each other thoroughly, and it was clear that this man was intentionally teasing her. Suddenly turning around, she bit down on the open collar of his shirt, leaving a row of teeth marks on his sturdy chest. "Consider that a lesson, meat isn't that easy to eat!" With that, she grabbed his collar, pulled his face close, and kissed him directly on the lips.

Happiness came too suddenly, Bradley was stunned for a moment, but soon his entire chest was overwhelmed with joy.

Some say that women are transformed from the rib of a man, so a woman's strength is not comparable to a man's.

Soon, the man became dominant.

Freya initially wanted to end this sticky situation with a kiss, but ended up lighting a fire.

This kiss continued to escalate, almost out of control in the end.

If it weren't for the sudden knocking at the door, Bradley would never have let her off so easily.

"What's the matter?"

Having been interrupted in a good moment, Bradley's voice was terrifyingly cold.

Frederick's voice came from outside, "Young Master, I need to discuss something with you!"

"Wait for me in the study!"

"Yes!"

Frederick couldn't bear the shame on his old face, as soon as he came up, he heard the sound coming from the room.

He was worried that the young man was being too rough, what if he hurt the child?

After some consideration, he finally mustered up the courage to speak.

...

As the footsteps outside faded away, Bradley hugged Freya and kissed her for a while.

"After Yara is born, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"

Freya shrank her neck, quickly hugged her body, and retreated to the edge of the bed. "If you dare to bully me, I'll, I'll run away like Madeline did!"

Bradley frowned harshly, pulled her into his arms, and leaned in.

"If you dare to run, I will catch you no matter where you go and lock you in a cage. Don't even think about stepping out the door!"

Freya looked at the man's fierce appearance, couldn't help but shudder. This man, so terrifying! His deep eyes flickered, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body. Even though Freya hadn't endured until the day of unloading yet, she could already imagine how tragic her fate would be then. Because Frederick was chasing tightly, Bradley did not stay any longer, tidied up and left the bedroom. When the door closed, Freya felt like she had escaped from death. She sighed heavily, prepared to freshen up and then go back to the old mansion to check on the old master's condition. In the study— Bradley strode to the leather armchair and sat down. Frederick stepped forward and reported, "Young master asked me to investigate Gordon's whereabouts, and there is already some news."