Watching helplessly as the opponent was about to hurt Freya, Bradley flashed in front of her before the hidden weapon could harm her.

The sharp blade sliced across Bradley's arm, and as the blood flowed out, the smell of blood quickly filled the air.

When Freya saw that the man was injured, she quickly stepped forward to check his wound.

At the same time, the man in the black shadow attacked again.

Bradley pushed Freya aside with one hand and kicked the hidden weapon flying with his foot.

The man in black narrowed his eyes unwillingly. As soon as Leonard appeared, it was difficult for him to gain the upper hand. Moreover, there was a lot of noise coming from behind, indicating that the people from the Dark Web were approaching.

The man in black stopped and left with a flash.

Freya took a step forward and was about to chase after him, but Bradley stopped her. "Blue Book and Ying will deal with it. Come back to the room with me."

This disobedient little woman actually ran out in the middle of the night.

He would teach her a lesson when they got back to the room.

Freya hugged the man's arm. Seeing his bleeding wound, she said with a pained heart, "Honey, let me blow on it."

After saying that, she lowered her face and started blowing on his wound.

The woman's warm and sweet breath, mixed with a faint smell of wine, made Bradley's whole body break out in goosebumps.

Ignoring his wound, he domineeringly carried her over his shoulder and walked towards the room.

Freya's head was facing the ground, and she kept mumbling unhappily.

"Honey, it's uncomfortable."

Bradley ignored her. He shouldn't have let her drink so much just now, and she almost caused a big disaster.

When they got back to the room, the man directly threw her into the bathtub and then turned on the warm water.

Freya had been running for so long, and she was hot and restless. Now, being soaked in the warm water made her feel even hotter.

She pouted and accused the man, "Bradley, you're so mean."

After saying that, she started to unbutton her clothes.

Only then, under the light, did Bradley notice that Freya's face was so red that it was almost unbearable to look at.

It seemed that the effect of the alcohol hadn't worn off yet.

This woman usually had a good tolerance for alcohol. How could she get so drunk?

Bradley didn't know that the wine Freya ordered at the barbecue stall wasn't ordinary beer but a special fruit wine from Country Z. It seemed to have a low alcohol content, but in fact, it had a strong aftereffect.

Coupled with the fact that Freya had drunk a lot, the alcohol had all gone to her head, and she was feeling dizzy.

Watching the little woman take off all her clothes and stand up to leave the bathtub, Bradley quickly stepped in and held her down.

"Be good. Take a bath, and then I'll carry you to bed."

Freya had her eyes closed at the moment, and her head was swaying from side to side. When she heard the man's words, she mumbled, "No, you want to bully me."

The man smiled.

So, this woman didn't want him to bully her, which was why she secretly slipped out?

He hugged her from behind, bearing all her weight, and deliberately leaned close to her ear and said, "You said you would make me feel good, but you haven't fulfilled your promise yet."

Freya snorted. "No. You didn't keep your word. It was clearly me who won."

Although she was drunk, Freya's mind was still clear. She knew when the man was trying to deceive her.

Bradley was helpless.

It seemed that it would be difficult to make her behave tonight.

He was thinking of a way in his mind when suddenly Freya turned around, stood on tiptoe, and pinched his face, giggling stupidly. "Honey, why are you so good-looking? I look at you during the day and at night, but I still can't get enough of you."

These words made the man very satisfied.

He curved the corners of his lips and coaxed in a low voice, "Then I'll stand here and let you look at me as much as you want."

Freya's hand stroked the man's face, followed his Adam's apple down, and slowly placed it on his chest.

The burning heat and the strong beating of his heart made her freeze in place, and she stared fixedly at the man.

Bradley was also looking at her. He casually brushed aside his bathrobe, allowing her to have a good look.

He had never known that the little woman was so cute when she was drunk. She could act coquettishly, had little moods, and could even flirt with him.

This unprecedented excitement made his whole body boil.

"Freya, do you love me?" Unable to control his emotions, he asked this question.

Freya suddenly hugged his neck, lowered her little face, and pressed it against his forehead. Then she squinted her eyes and said, "I'll tell you a secret. In fact, I fell in love with you when you were pretending to be disabled and ugly."

Although Bradley wasn't good-looking at that time and was even a bit brutal, Freya still fell for him.

Otherwise, with her strength, how could she not have escaped from the Royal Garden Mansion?

Bradley's chest was already surging with excitement. When he heard her words, he couldn't control his emotions and kissed her forcefully.

"Then I'll tell you too. I fell in love with you from the first moment I saw you."

At that time, she was still a silly girl, but she was so innocent and lovely that she made his heart flutter.

Bradley would never forget the scene of her looking at him innocently and pitifully, calling him "brother", and pulling him to play games.

He had kissed her when she was crying, and that kiss was something he still couldn't forget.

"You're such a bad guy, the bad guy who stole my first kiss."

Freya murmured, leaning against his arms, but there was a happy smile on her lips.

...

The next day.

Freya woke up groggily, only feeling an excruciating headache, as if her head was about to explode.

It hurt so much, and she felt so uncomfortable.

She pounded her head hard, but this uncomfortable feeling still wouldn't go away.

Just then, the door opened, and Bradley walked in with a bowl of hangover soup.

Seeing her uncomfortable appearance, he let out a low sigh. "Drink this bowl of hangover soup. You'll feel better."

She had been extremely restless last night. At first, the two of them were very close, but later, as the alcohol took effect, she was crying and laughing, and even vomiting.

Bradley had carried her to take a bath again in the middle of the night, and then asked the maid to come in and clean the room. They didn't fall asleep until just before dawn.

As a result, this woman had a nightmare and cried silently for a long time. It took him a lot of effort to soothe her. He had just gotten up not long ago to make the hangover soup for her.

Freya took the bowl and drank it clean, then hugged her head and lay down to sleep again.

But suddenly, she seemed to remember something and was jolted awake. She sat up in bed.

"I think I remember that I was being chased and killed."

She looked at the man and suddenly saw the wound on his arm. She frowned deeply.

Bradley let out a helpless sigh. "Besides that, what else do you remember?"

Freya pursed her lips and started searching her mind for memories. But because she had blacked out from drinking, the images were all fragmented and couldn't be pieced together at all.

Bradley knew that she had forgotten everything. He reached out and flicked her forehead, saying, "You almost turned the whole palace upside down last night."

"Really?"

Freya touched her aching forehead and pouted. "That can't be right. Why don't I remember any of it?"

"You also hugged me and confessed your love, saying that you loved me very much, couldn't live without me, and wanted to be my wife for all eternity. You haven't forgotten that, have you?" Bradley said with a smile.