Bradley held her hand, his voice hoarse, "I let Lance take the car and went out to buy an umbrella when I noticed it was raining."

Upon hearing this, Freya lowered her eyes and noticed that he was holding a black umbrella in his hand.

In that moment, it felt like a big opening in her heart, with a warm flow of happiness rushing in.

"Silly, why buy an umbrella when Lance could come to pick us up?" she said.

The man pinched her nose and smiled, "No, I want to walk back home with you."

The hospital was not far from Royal View Courtyard, just a thirty-minute walk.

Bradley suddenly wanted to walk with her, hand in hand.

If she got tired, he could carry her.

If she got cold, his embrace could warm her up.

Freya pursed her lips and slowly put her hand down, intertwining her fingers with his.

"Alright, let's walk back home."

...

The rain poured down heavily.

The wind was chilly, Freya with the rain hitting the two of them.

Bradley opened a black windbreaker to wrap around Freya, ying hand on her shoulder and the other holding a large umbrella, creating a temporary shelter for the two of them.

Nestled in the man's embrace, Freya felt warm all over.

She suddenly remembered the night of Patrick's birthday banquet, when Bradley played the role of Asura, and the scene of the two of them sitting in the car on the way home, stuck in traffic.

At that time, her feet were so sore that this man carried her on his back and ran on the street. The feeling back then and the current emotions were completely different.

The former did not want to get involved with him, feeling constrained and somewhat awkward.

But now, feelings surge, happy as if the happiest woman in the world.

"Tired? I'll carry you!"

The man captures her every smile and frown in his eyes, a beautiful curve forming on his lips.

Freya shakes her head, "Not tired. I still want to walk hand in hand with you until the end of time. Maybe it will be difficult to have such a carefree time once our child is born."

Having been on edge for too long, it's rare to indulge like this, she doesn't feel tired at all.

At this moment, Freya laughs like a child.

Seeing her like this, Bradley deeply understands that his decision is right.

Initially, he was hesitant about whether to have Lance come pick her up.

But then, seeing couples coming and going on the street, holding hands and playing in the rain with an umbrella, he had the idea of strolling in the rain with her.

He didn't expect her to be so happy!

"No, let Rosa take care of the child in the future, we can still enjoy our world as a couple." Bradley held her hand tightly, afraid she would play too hard and fall. Although she was agile, after all, she was pregnant, and it was not safe on rainy days. Freya chuckled, "Are you really willing to ignore your little lover?" Bradley raised an eyebrow, gently pulling her into his arms and pressing her against his chest. "The little lover will belong to someone else in the future, but only you belong to me for a lifetime!" Freya hid in the man's arms, smiling from ear to ear. Indeed, Yaras will eventually get married and leave. Only the two of them truly belong to each other.

After walking for a while, Freya finally couldn't walk any longer due to her pregnancy. Unable to put pressure on her belly, Bradley directly held her horizontally in his arms. Freya held an umbrella over both their heads, looking deeply at the handsome face of the man with her head held high. Even after looking for so long, every time she carefully observed, she would secretly sigh in her heart. How could there be such a good-looking man in the world? With fair skin, at such a close distance, not a single pore could be seen. The key is the exquisite features, like they were meticulously carved by a master, completely flawless. When such a man is seen by the opposite sex, they feel jealous; when seen by the same sex, they feel inferior. No wonder so many women want to get rid of themselves because of him! "Freya, you're drooling."

Just thinking, a magnetic male voice came from above her head.

Freya only came to her senses, subconsciously raising her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth.

When she realized she had been played by the man, she clenched her fists in annoyance and lightly punched his chest.

"Hate it, not at all!"

Seeing the blush on her cheeks, the man's lips curved into a smile and he chuckled softly.

Half an hour later, the two returned to the Royal Garden Manor.

As they were approaching home, the rain was pouring heavier and heavier, soaking both of them in the end.

When Rosa saw the two of them coming in all wet, she quickly fetched dry towels to help them dry off.

"The madam is pregnant, how can she get caught in the rain? What if she catches a cold?"

After saying that, she hurried into the kitchen to make ginger soup for the two to ward off the cold.

Bradley carried Freya back to the room, immediately went to the bathroom to run hot water, and then sat her in the bathtub.

Originally intending to take a stroll in the rain, they ended up getting completely soaked.

Seeing the man looking worried, Freya comforted him, "It's okay, just a little rain, I'm not that... Ah-choo!"

Before she could finish her sentence, she sneezed forcefully.

Now, Bradley was even more anxious.

"You're sneezing, how is it okay? It's all my fault, I should have let Lance come pick us up and take us home."

"It's really okay."

Freya knew about his guilt, reached out and pulled his arm playfully, winked, "Even though we got caught in the rain, tonight has been the happiest day in a long time."

There were only the two of them on the street, he held her, transferring all of his warmth to her.

She hid in his embrace, able to clearly feel his heartbeat.

How long has it been since they have interacted like this? Although they are together every day, this kind of wholehearted relaxation is something they haven't experienced in a long time. "Master Chen, I've boiled ginger soup for you and madam, and I've sent it in for you." Rosa's voice came from outside. Bradley walked out and saw Rosa placing the ginger soup on the table, nodding in acknowledgment, "Thank you, please rest early." Frederick is not around, and the whole house is being taken care of by Rosa. Bradley doesn't trust anyone, so there are no hired help in the house, and all the household chores and cooking are dying by Rosa alone. Over the years, Bradley has clearly seen the sacrifices Rosa and Frederick have made for him. Of course, in his heart, Frederick and Rosa are also his family. "Alright, remember to drink the ginger soup while it's hot, and madam got caught in the rain, so remember to keep warm!"

Bradley responded with a nod. After Rosa left, he raised the temperature in the bedroom before heading to the bathroom to prepare to carry Freya out. However, he was surprised to see her leaning against the edge of the bathtub, already asleep. Bradley could only smile helplessly. He picked her up, tightly wrapped her in a bath towel, and carried her back to bed. Freya slept deeply, but in the early hours of the morning, she suddenly developed a high fever. Bradley was at a loss. Since she was pregnant and couldn't take medication, he had to rely on physically cooling her down. Throughout the night, Bradley continuously wiped her body to reduce her temperature, covered her with thick blankets to make her sweat, and changed her clothes several times. Freya was already feeling extremely hot, and with the heavy blankets on top of her, she felt like she was on fire.