That night.

Bradley logged into King's account and contacted Knight for the first time.

Freya was chatting with Ella while lying in bed when she received a notification that King was online, so she immediately opened her computer.

King: Sorry for the delay, something came up unexpectedly, I didn't mean to stand you up.

Knight: It's okay, maybe today is not the best time for us to meet, let's arrange it next time.

King: Ok, we'll arrange it next time.

Bradley quickly replied.

This time Freya was smart, she got out of bed with her computer carefully and approached the study to reply.

'By the way, Master, can you assign me some tasks? I have free time to help you reduce some pressure.'

When Freya reached the study door, she boldly took off her shoes and walked barefoot, making no sound. Leaning her ear against the door, she could clearly hear the 'ding-dong' message notification coming from inside. She quickly typed another sentence and heard a response. This made Freya even more sure that the person inside was King. If she just rushed in now, she could definitely catch him by the tail! However, Freya didn't do that; she just sat at the study door, chatting with him. Every time she sent a message, she heard a response. This indicated that the man was indeed chatting with her at that moment! Alright, he's really hiding well!

She had guessed countless people before, but the only person she did not expect to be her third master turned out to be Bradley! The first master Gu taught her medical skills, the second master Queen Sally taught her martial arts, and the third master opened the most glorious moment of her life, not only enhancing her hacking skills but also teaching her the art of disguise. The art of disguise allowed her to travel internationally for many years without being caught. It was also her best self-defense technique! Therefore, Freya always felt grateful towards her third master and hoped to repay his kindness ying day. Over the years, she had been investigating King's identity in secret, but there were too few clues to uncover anything. As King was offline for a long time, she gradually stopped paying attention to it. Unexpectedly, King's return revealed his true identity to her. The two of them were like playing hide-and-seek, exchanging messages through a door. The only difference was that Bradley preferred to have sound on, while Freya had turned off the speakers.

Freya enjoyed the tranquility of this moment. Upon further thought, even without revealing King's identity, this situation was quite good. Since he wanted to conceal it, there must be reasons behind it. In that case, why should she expose his true face? After chatting for a while, Freya returned to her room, shut down the computer, went downstairs to make a cup of milk, and then knocked on the study door. "Come in!" came a man's warm and deep voice from inside. Freya gently pushed the door open and walked towards him with the milk. "It's late. Drink some milk, and then it's time to sleep. I want to visit Raven Pavilion early tomorrow morning." Ella needed acupuncture every few days, or else his tendency to vomit blood would reoccur. While mental problems required treatment for the mind, the body and mind needed to be nurtured together for complete recovery.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Bradley closed the laptop, reached out to pull her onto his lap, and gazed at her with a gentle and affectionate look. "I helped you quite a bit this afternoon, how do you plan to repay me?"

He still remembered the sentence she said on the phone.

'Husband, see you tonight.'

Was it just a simple sentence, or did he read too much into it?

The man's gaze casually swept over her delicate collarbying, and his breathing instantly became somewhat heavy.

Since the peaceful pregnancy until now, the time they could spend intimately together was very limited. Moreover, after she gave birth, her figure became even more graceful and attractive, to the point where whenever he got closer to her, a myriad of thoughts would flood his mind.

The previous Freya was clean and pure, as clever as an elf in the thicket, so beautiful that touching her felt like a sin.

But now, she was becoming more mature and alluring, exuding the charm of a mature woman all over her body. This was undoubtedly a fatal temptation for a man.

Seeing him distracted, Freya followed his gaze and eventually landed on her own collarbying, her cheeks immediately blushing.

"Annoying, where are you looking!"

She instinctively raised her hand to block herself, her ears turning red.

Bradley smirked, grabbed her hand and let go, looking at her even more clearly.

"Such a good atmosphere, are you sure you don't want to repay me?"

"No!"

Freya turned her head away, avoiding his evil gaze.

The man raised an eyebrow, realizing it had been too long since he teased her, almost forgetting that deep down she was a shy woman.

Thinking back to the time when she would blush and bite her lip whenever she pretended to be blind, Bradley still couldn't forget it.

But just thinking about it made her whole heart boil.

Sitting on the man's lap, Freya could clearly feel his changes, so she was immediately scared and about to jump off.

"Bradley, you can't do this, I'm only two days postpartum!"

Bradley naturally knew he couldn't, as it was a special period within 42 days postpartum and he couldn't touch her.

So, he was also trying to suppress the fire inside him.

But he couldn't bear it, and he was so uncomfortable that he was sweating profusely.

Seeing him like this, Freya felt a twinge of heartache.

After hesitating for a moment, she tried to approach and handed him a cup of hot milk, "Drink something first, it might make you feel better."

Bradley took the milk, raised his head and drank it in ying gulp.

The rich taste flowed in his mouth, making the fire burning inside him even stronger, until his pupils gradually turned crimson.

Just as Freya was about to take a tissue to wipe his sweat, she was suddenly pulled into his arms with great force.

After Everyone spun around, she found herself pinned against the desk by the man.

"Freya, help me!"

The hoarse voice made Freya suddenly feel a chill down her spine, but before she could refuse, her breath was completely swallowed up.

....

The next day.

Freya woke up in the morning light, feeling like she had just had a long dream, her head still heavy and fuzzy.

Last night was probably the most unacceptable experience of her life.

Even now, thinking about it still makes her blush.

Just as she was thinking this, the door was pushed open from outside, and Bradley walked in.

It was clear that the man had just finished exercising, dressed in a gray sportswear, with wet hair dripping water, his handsome face slightly flushed.

It was rare to see Bradley looking so relaxed, and Freya couldn't take her eyes off him.

The man noticed the woman looking at him, he curved his lips and walked towards her, reaching out to touch her hair.

"It's still early, why are you awake?"

This head-touching move was extremely ambiguous, causing Freya's mind to wander and her gaze to uncontrollably glance in his direction.

Instantly, her face turned completely red.

Bradley knew exactly what she was thinking, his hand rested on his waist, raising an eyebrow with a wicked smile, "Do you want to see?"