Chapter 973 I only care if my wife is tired or not Freya naturally understood his concerns, gently stroking his handsome nose with her slender fingers, and smiled, "Wherever you are is home to me, so Bradley, you don't need to worry about me. I've been fine, growing up in the countryside from a young age." Rules are set by people, as long as they do not violate moral ethics or damage the reputation of the Southern Nation, there are not many rules in their own home. Bradley raised his hand and touched her hair, displaying gentleness in his actions. In the past, he lived for revenge, in a dark world where no light could penetrate, using sharp methods to secretly build power, and had long abondoned thoughts of life and death. But suddenly, a beam of light penetrated the darkness, causing his heart to tremble, and this light even carried a warm temperature, melting his cold heart. His lonely world was no longer just him, as something called responsibility had taken root in his heart. As they spent more time together, he realized that it wasn't Freya who couldn't be without him, but rather himself... who couldn't be without her. With his fingers entwined in her soft hair, Bradley lowered his head and planted a deep kiss, "As long as you're happy, Everyone is better." This kiss, filled with deep and intense passion, seemed to melt Freya.

She raised her head slightly and nodded vigorously, "Being with you is the happiest thing for me." After she finished speaking, she realized belatedly that she seemed to have confessed her feelings. Seeing the man's eyes change slightly, she immediately blushed. "I...I'll go check on Madeline." She hurriedly left the man's embrace, but as soon as she took a step, he pulled her back to sit on his knee. Before she could react, his warm breath filled the air, and the man's thin lips pressed against hers. Between their lips and teeth was nothing but tenderness. Freya widened her eyes and looked at the handsome face so close to hers. Her hands instinctively grabbed his neck, her face blushing as if she were drunk. Being intimate in someone else's home felt like having an affair. Freya's mind was filled with various fantastical scenes, causing her ears to burn and even her breathing to become uncontrollable. "Knock, knock, knock." At this moment, footsteps could be heard from outside.

Freya regained her composure and quickly pushed the man away, stuttering, "You... you go ahead and busy yourself, I'll come back later." With that, she swiftly left the study.

Seeing the shy expression on the young woman's face, Bradley felt elated, lightly wiping the traces on his lips with a raised smirk of enjoyment.

After Freya came out, she bumped into Daisy head-on. Daisy gave her a strange look and a hint of hostility, but as Freya was from the Royal View Courtyard, Daisy dared not provoke her. She just smiled and left the room.

Freya stood at the railing on the second floor, arms crossed, quietly looking towards the living room.

Lina sat on the sofa, with Patrick and Ariana beside her.

"Patrick, what's going on with Madeline? Ariana is injured like this and she still lets her help in the kitchen. She can't cook at all, so the birthday banquet tonight might not go well."

Lina, full of heartache for Ariana's wound, criticized with a condemning tying.

Patrick's expression remained unchanged, but his voice was extremely cold, "Mother seems to have forgotten, I originally wanted to order catering from a five-star hotel. But since you insisted on celebrating at home, I followed your suggestion and provided the venue."

As for Ariana wanting to cook, I also stopped her. It was you who said you wanted to taste Ariana's cooking, so I gave the kitchen to her. Now Ariana burned herself, but Mom turned around to blame me, which is a bit unfair."

The key is, clearly it was Ariana who was supposed to cook, but now it is Madeline alone busy in the kitchen.

Apart from feeling guilty, Patrick felt more heartache.

Since Madeline has been with him, the meals at home have been taken care of by servants. After Madeline gave birth to a child, he never left her side, not even letting her wash her hands and make soup for him.

But now, her thin figure is running around busy, and the way she wipes her sweat from time to time finally makes him unable to resist getting up.

"I'll go help Madeline. Ariana, you are a guest, so rest well since you are injured!"

With that, without giving the two a chance to talk, he strides towards the kitchen.

Freya just silently watches, without saying a word.

As long as Patrick stands by Madeline's side, no matter how Ariana and Lina make trouble, they cannot stir up any waves. It is undoubtedly Ariana who is stirring up trouble and intensifying the conflicts between Madeline and Lina.

Ariana watches as Patrick, wearing an apron, enters the kitchen, feeling resentful, biting her lip, even unconsciously clenching her fists.

She noticed Everyone in her calm demeanor, Lina patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't worry, in Nan Xavier's godmother's heart, you are the most suitable woman for him. As long as I do not agree, the woman called Madeline will always be just a woman with no status."

Ariana was anxious, "But Nan Xavier really loves Madeline. He didn't care when I got hurt, he didn't even ask, godmother, I'm worried that we won't be able to deal with Madeline tonight. Maybe we'll end up shooting ourselves in the foot."

Listening to her, Lina shook her head and sneered, "Don't forget, godmother is very picky, not Everything can please her with their dishes."

Understanding her intention, Ariana asked, "Do you mean embarrassing her at the banquet tonight?"

Lina held Ariana's hand and applied ointment, her expression strange, but she remained silent.

After a while, she said, "Stay overnight tonight, and tomorrow morning accompany me on my journey. I believe Nan Xavier won't refuse, and the quiet night will be your best opportunity."

"Are you suggesting that I...?"

"Hush!"

Before Ariana could finish, Lina placed a finger on her lips.

Their eyes met, full of conspiracies and schemes in their hearts.

In the kitchen--

Madeline hadn't cooked for a while, and was a bit flustered when she first came in.

She had originally wanted Ariana to help, but this woman used a hand pain excuse to leave.

It was this woman who had actively offered to cook, but in the end, it turned into her being the head chef?

Madeline felt like she had been set up.

Just as she was thinking this, she suddenly felt a tightening around her waist, followed by a mature male scent enveloping her.

Madeline stopped her work, pushed the other person's hand away, "Childhood friends are injured, why aren't you comforting her and instead come here?"

Patrick didn't like the tying, hugged her again, with even more force than before.

"Can childhood friendship compare to the love between you and me, you are my wife, at best she is a childhood playmate, I only care if my wife is tired, others are not important."

Madeline's body trembled slightly, before she could speak, she heard him speak again, "Let me do it, you can assist me from the side."