Chapter 10 Sleeping with Her in His Arms

Bradley remained silent, his lifeless gaze fixed on her with no focus. On the other hand, Freya felt an inexplicable warmth, as if the opposing but intertwined sensations of ice and fire were raging within her. Freya was intimidated by his intense stare, despite his inability to see, and she found herself instinctively hugging her body and crossing her arms. Part of her wanted to run away, but Bradley grabbed her hand and drew her into his embrace. As Freya curled up against his chest, she sensed a rush of emotions, as if she had many butterflies in her stomach. She thought everything was too dangerous and humiliating for her. Before she could speak, the strong scent of fresh mint engulfed her as if the air had been sealed. She had no idea that this man would kiss her again. Her wild heartbeat stopped for a second, leaving her speechless and stunned. Bradley narrowed his eyes and firmly gripped her slim waist, leaning down to kiss her lips passionately. He had tried to restrain himself, but his thoughts about her became increasingly passionate. He knew he could do whatever he wanted to her because she was his wife. Freya struggled to regain her composure after being left breathless by the kiss. She'd already been forcibly kissed by two perverts in less than a day. Bradley let go of her when he sensed her resistance. He realized that because of her mental limitations, she would be terrified if he forced her to do anything. "Anyway, she's now mine. I'll be able to make love to her once she gets to know me better." Bradley thought to himself. "Please bring me some clean clothes!" Bradley's voice was as deep as the ocean yet soothing to the ears. All Freya wanted at this point was to get away, so she exited the bathroom without hesitation after hearing his request. Her face turned a rosy color from blushing as she was mortified by the entire situation. She dashed away, desperate to put this embarrassing encounter behind her. As Bradley watched the frightened girl run away, a charming smile formed on his lips. He thought his new bride was incredibly naive because she blushed at the mere sight of his body. Her reactions and expressions were already endearing, but he imagined she'd be even cuter if they ever shared a more intimate connection. He rubbed his rough fingers across his lips to savor the taste of Freya's lips. Her lips were as seductive as jelly, entrancing and intoxicating him in ways he couldn't resist. … Freya's previously vacant face lit up as she shut the closet door. He constantly flirted with her, giving her the impression that he had a perverse personality. She wiped the corner of her mouth vigorously as she remembered their previous kiss, which caused her face to flush and her heart to race. Freya believed she needed to finish her work quickly and leave as soon as possible. She knew that if she stayed here longer, he'd do something even worse to her. Freya was stunned by the magnificent sight that greeted her as she approached the wardrobe. In the front was a line of black shirts, with black suits and trousers hanging on either side. Further inside, she discovered a shoe storage room filled to the brim with black leather shoes. "Is his heart as dark as his clothes? Wouldn't he feel suffocated as he got trapped in a sea of black all the time?" she wondered. After reflecting for a moment, Freya concluded that her concerns were unnecessary. As a blind person, Bradley perpetually lived in darkness and devoid of colors in his life. She came to the conclusion that his inner world was twisted and that his strange behavior was natural due to his physical disability and disfigured appearance. Freya closed her eyes and caressed the meticulously crafted, high-end shirt with her slender fingers. Counting to her lucky number, she stopped and retrieved that shirt, followed by the suit, trousers, and shoes. She didn't forget to bring him his underwear. When she opened a drawer, she found that it was full of his black underwear. After randomly picking one, Freya entered the bathroom, only to discover that Bradley had already left with a bathrobe. She opened her mouth to say something, but he wheeled closer and embraced her before she could finish. "It's starting to get late. You can go to sleep now. I have to go to the study to take care of some things," Bradley held her hand and carried her to the bed, gently coaxing her, "I'll come back later to sleep with you!" Freya's cheeks burned with shyness. She had just discovered a problem: this man was capable of making love. She knew that sleeping with him would be too dangerous for her. She felt compelled to prevent him from "teasing" her in any way. The sun gently woke Freya up the next morning by shining on her face through the sheer curtains. "Are you awake?" She could hear a man's deep, alluring voice close to her ear. Freya was taken aback and turned to see what was happening. Bradley's face, which was very close to her, was all she could see. He leaned the mask side of his face on the pillow while facing her with the unmasked side. He appeared incredibly handsome and elegant, with long, deep-set eyes that resembled the ocean and sparkled like gemstones, exuding a mysterious and slightly wicked aura. His robe was open, revealing a strong and fit chest, and she found herself resting her head on his arm, her face pressed against his skin, and his hand tightly gripping her waist. She had trouble sleeping last night, tossing and turning over her fears of what Bradley might do to her. But exhaustion eventually took over, and she closed her eyes as she was too drowsy. She had no idea when Bradley had come back to the bedroom. She only remembered someone touching her face in her dream, but she was too deep asleep to open her eyes. She had no idea it would be this man who had touched her last night and held her close all night. "When did you come over? What have you done to me?" Freya gave him a wary look, her cheeks quickly flushing red. This was her first time sleeping with a man. Bradley rested his face on one hand, his lips slightly curled. "I did only what I should have done." Freya was already asleep when he returned last night. She was stunning when she slept, with long, dense eyelashes casting shadows on her lower eyelids. Her soft cherry lips were slightly parted, and she nibbled on them like she was sucking on a lollipop in her dreams. She moved around in her sleep, even kicking the blanket to the foot of the bed. Her skirt rode up as a result of this movement, and he caught a glimpse of her pink panties with heart-shaped patterns. Bradley struggled to resist the urge he felt, almost unable to stop himself from kissing her and making love to her. Freya, on the other hand, was sound asleep the whole night. In the end, his logic triumphed, and he simply held her all night, doing nothing else.