Bradley still couldn't bear it. Freya hadn't eaten anything since she came back from Zexuan Studio.

Even if she wanted to continue what she was doing, she had to replenish her strength first.

Otherwise, he was worried that she wouldn't be able to take it later. After all, she had initiated the intimacy, and at the moment, he could hardly control himself either.

Freya didn't say anything and still took the initiative to flirt.

She had made up her mind to have another child for Bradley. In the future, no matter what happened to her, there would be a child to accompany him.

Even if she knew that if she really had a child now, she might have to endure greater pain, she didn't care.

With her initiative, Bradley gradually couldn't resist. In the end, he didn't care about anything and laid her down, loving her tenderly.

The night gradually descended, like a layer of thin gauze. It swept in through the window and cast its light on the two people who were intertwined.

...

In the middle of the night.

Freya suddenly sat up in bed.

Bradley was awakened from his sleep. His first reaction was to hug her and soothe her frightened emotions.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Freya pressed her face against his bare chest. After being stunned for a moment, she said hoarsely, "I forgot to give the old master an acupuncture treatment."

She had just suddenly remembered that she hadn't done this, which was why she woke up suddenly.

As a result, Bradley thought she had had a nightmare, which was why she reacted so strongly. He hugged her to comfort her.

When he heard what she said now, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "It's okay. You can do the acupuncture tomorrow morning."

Freya turned her head to look out the window. It was already very late at night. She looked at the time on her phone and it was exactly 2 o'clock in the morning.

Thinking about her initiative just now, Freya's face was still flushed and her heart was pounding.

The key was that this bout of intimacy had actually lasted for four or five hours.

Now that she was awake, her stomach was extremely hungry.

Before she could say anything, the man gently released her and took out the congee that he had prepared earlier.

"I knew you'd be hungry when you woke up. I kept the congee warm in the thermos so you could eat it at any time."

After saying that, he unscrewed the lid of the thermos, served Freya a bowl of congee, and fed it to her personally.

Freya ate mouthful by mouthful, enjoying the sweetness of the rice porridge and the man's attentive feeding. At this moment, her heart was filled with happiness.

But when she thought about her illness, her mood suddenly became heavy again.

She even thought that it would be great if the two of them could stay close to each other like this for a lifetime and grow old hand in hand.

But everyone's luck will eventually run out.

Heaven won't always favor one person, and it's even more impossible for someone to live a life without illness or pain.

Thinking of this, Freya held the congee in her mouth and didn't swallow it for a long time. Instead, she stared blankly ahead.

Seeing that she didn't move, Bradley frowned slightly and said, "Why do you look so preoccupied? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Freya shook her head. "It's okay. I just suddenly feel so happy."

Her sudden sentiment made Bradley feel that something was not right.

Freya was usually very optimistic, but tonight she exuded an indescribable sadness, which made Bradley worried.

Next, Freya finished the whole bowl of congee. But when Bradley was about to leave, she took the initiative to cling to him again and asked him not to go.

Bradley didn't know what was wrong with her, that she was suddenly so clingy, but he complied with her wish and lay down with her again.

The two of them hugged tightly, and neither of them took the initiative to speak.

After a long silence, it was Freya who finally spoke. "I heard everything the old master said to you yesterday."

Although they were talking in the study, Freya happened to hear about having a child when she went downstairs.

Even though she didn't listen in detail, Freya knew that the old master was urging them to have a second child. Coupled with Bradley's strange behavior this morning, Freya guessed that he had taken it to heart.

Bradley quickly explained, "That's the old master's idea. I respect you..."

"No, I also want to have another child," Freya interrupted the man, pressing her slender finger against his lips and saying softly.

Bradley grabbed her finger and pressed it firmly against his chest. "But I don't want you to suffer again."

Freya smiled. "It won't be like that. The first child is difficult, but the second one will be relatively easier to give birth to."

"Freya, it's all my fault."

Bradley looked deeply into her eyes and said distressedly, "I'm too selfish. I clearly said I wouldn't let you suffer anymore, but what am I doing now?"

The joy just now had now turned into a deep sense of guilt.

Especially seeing that Freya had lost a lot of weight recently and her face looked a bit pale, this feeling of guilt spread throughout his body. So much so that he angrily punched himself.

However, before the punch landed, Freya caught his hand.

"You're such a fool. I'm willing to do this!" She imitated the way he treated her gently and kissed the back of his hand. "You're my husband, and I'm willing to have a child for you."

When she said this, Bradley's eyes welled up with tears.

It is said that a man doesn't shed tears easily, but at this moment, Bradley hugged Freya tightly, and a tear trickled down from the corner of his eye.

It's not that men don't cry, but that they haven't reached the point of being heartbroken.

If one loves someone deeply and sees the person they love suffering, how can they not shed tears?

"Freya, I will love you and take good care of you in this life. I will never let you be wronged in the slightest," Bradley gently bit her earlobe. The strength with which he held her was as if he wanted to crush her into his bones.

Freya pursed her lips. Just as she was about to say something, her phone rang urgently.

She turned her head and saw that it was a call from Wang Zixuan.

It was so late. What did Wang Zixuan want to call her for?

Just as she was about to pick up the phone, Bradley was faster. He stretched out his long arm and grabbed the phone.

When he saw Wang Zixuan's name, his eyebrows subconsciously furrowed.

Freya said, "Something must have happened. Give me the phone."

Wang Zixuan rarely called her, and it was already the early hours of the morning. Freya had a bad feeling.

Bradley didn't give her the phone. Instead, he swiped to answer it and turned on the speakerphone. It was understandable that he was nervous when a man called his wife in the middle of the night.

Soon, Wang Zixuan's anxious voice came through. "Senior sister, something terrible has happened. Mr. Black is injured."

Upon hearing this, Freya tensed up and quickly snatched the phone. "What's going on? Explain it clearly."

This time, Bradley was also nervous. He didn't act unreasonably but listened carefully to the ins and outs of the matter.

"Shortly after you left during the day, a killer suddenly broke into the studio. Mr. Black fought with the person. The other person had a weapon and injured Mr. Black's lower abdomen. Mr. Black didn't want me to tell you, but he has been having repeated fevers from dusk till now. I'm really worried, so I had to call you, senior sister."