The man nodded.

Freya was stunned for a moment, then exclaimed, "Well, you actually kept it from me for so long, and even encouraged Ella to be on your side, while I became the last ying to know your identity!"

The dark web, this mysterious organization, controls the entire international situation, and the dark lord, as the helmsman of the organization, was once her immediate superior.

Freya found it incredible.

Back when she was working for the dark web as Mystica, if their relationship hadn't soured later on, she would still be a part of the dark web.

But she never expected that this elusive mysterious big shot, would actually be her husband.

Bradley raised his hand and stroked her hair, his thin lips slightly curved, "No matter who I am, I am still your husband!"

With that, he reached out and directly pulled Freya into his arms.

Standing awkwardly on the side, Gordon awkwardly cleared his throat a couple of times, finally breaking the ambiguous atmosphere.

During the farewell, Bradley left a group of people to protect Gordon's safety, as White had not been captured yet, the crisis still existed.

Saying goodbye to Gordon, Bradley took Freya on the plane and returned to the capital city that day.

Back in the Royal Garden Villa, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Freya, with a body full of night breeze, stepped into the house, and before she could even tidy herself up, she went to see Yara.

The child had already fallen asleep, but upon sensing her presence, she opened her eyes.

Bradley also walked in and saw his Yara's lovely appearance, his cold heart warmed.

"Bradley, look at Yara, she has grown so much and become chubby!"

Indeed.

When Freya first left, Yara was only a month old and still thin, spending most of her days sleeping.

But now, her face is plump, even her arms have gained a lot of weight, like lotus roots.

The key is her bright eyes, blinking as if holding countless stars, making people unable to help but adore her.

Bradley held the mother and Yara tightly, like protecting a precious treasure.

Freya's heart warmed, she gently stroked her Yara's face and said, "CYara sleep with us at night?"

"No!"

Bradley immediately refused, returning the child to the crib and then picking up Freya to walk towards the master bedroom.

"Tonight, let's not talk about the children, just focus on our relationship as a couple!" Freya heard this and her ears turned hot, her whole face blushing below the collarbying.

So…

This man doesn't let himself sleep with his Yara, is he planning something inappropriate with these yellow paints?

Before she could refuse, she fell onto the soft big bed.

The next second, her breath was taken away!

…

ying month later.

Early morning.

Life gradually returned to its original track. Freya opened her eyes under the morning sunlight, her brain slowly waking up after a moment of confusion.

Looking back on this month, it was simply absurd. Almost every day was spent in bed, not even needing to take care of going to the bathroom, eating meals in bed, and she didn't even step outside the door. Slowly turning around, she saw a man lying beside her, with a dark blue silk robe loosely tied, revealing a well-built chest with colorful nail marks on it, all stimulating her eyes. Alright, she was indeed too cruel! Freya brushed her long hair and bent down to give the man a good morning kiss, but as she approached, she was caught by a strong hand. The next moment, the man pulled her towards him. The man sleeping opened his melancholic eyes, a faint smile curved his thin lips, then he reached out to cup the back of her head, bringing her lips closer to his. "Good morning, my little wildcat!" Freya was unable to resist being immersed in the man's good morning kiss, she even closed her eyes in infatuation. But the next moment, she suddenly remembered something, opened her eyes and pushed the man away, coquettishly asking, "What did you just call me?"

The man curled his lips and smiled, "Little wildcat! Besides the little wildcat, there was no ying else who could make him itch in his heart, liver, and lungs. Freya clenched her small pink fist and lightly slammed it towards his chest, "You are the little wildcat, or rather, you are a ravenous wolf!" Only this man could keep her in bed for so long. Although she enjoyed the days of being close to him, she was worried about what Rosa and Frederick would think of her for not leaving the room for so long. She wasn't in confinement, and her body couldn't handle being deprived of sunlight for so long! Bradley saw her daydreaming again and subconsciously turned over to hold her in his arms, "If I were a wolf, you would have been devoured long ago!" After saying that, he pressed her and kissed her for a while. He admitted that he had been indulging in bed matters recently and couldn't extricate himself. But it was just that this little woman was too pitiful, to the point where he wanted to spend the rest of his life being close to her.

During the summer, Freya couldn't help but breathe, and said coquettishly, "Bradley, you don't want to keep me at home for the rest of my life, do you?" The man chuckled and pinched her delicate nose, saying, "If I could, I really would!" Then he got up and carried her to the bathroom, saying, "But today we really need to get out of bed. It's been too long since we went out, and I'm worried about you getting bored." After placing Freya on the toilet and watching her finish, the man carried her back to bed. "Also, I might be quite busy these few days, and I may come back late at night. But if you miss me, feel free to call me anytime, and I'll rush back to you immediately!" Freya watched the man about to pounce on her again, instinctively shrinking to the edge of the bed, trembling as she said, "Work is important, don't worry about me. I don't think you'll call me either." This remark angered the man, who immediately, like a swift wolf, crawled towards her again. His deep, dangerous eyes shimmered. Freya tried to escape by jumping off the bed, but the man was faster and caught her in no time.