Chapter 8 Don't Touch Me

When she returned to her room, Freya noticed an unpleasant odor on her clothes. "It stinks!" she thought. She wrinkled her nose in displeasure and went to the bathroom. After she showered, she emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Bradley entered the room and saw the girl rummaging through the closet as he rolled in with his wheelchair. He couldn't help but be drawn to her fair and slender legs. Freya took a white dress out of the closet without noticing Bradley standing behind her. She untied her towel and intended to put on that dress. Bradley was embarrassed to see her change her cloth in front of him. His breathing became quicker, and he swallowed nervously. He had never seen a woman's naked body before, and now he had to deal with the added complication of one who was intellectually disabled. Freya was completely unaware of her own allure at the time. She wore a delicate pink heart-shaped gown, accentuating her stunning figure even more. Bradley's mouth dried up, and his pupils dilated slightly. His previously averted gaze was now fixed on her. He stood there watching as she struggled to zip up her dress with her hands behind her back. Despite her slim figure, she had attractive curves. Frederick prepared the clothes in this wardrobe the day before. Bradley didn't know what colors she liked, so he bought one of each, but he now learned that she loved white clothes. Bradley moved his wheelchair closer to her after a brief thought. Freya was startled by the noise and turned around. She exclaimed, "Mr. Austin!" Wondering how long he had been there and how much he had seen for a while, she later slapped her forehead with a sudden realization. She remembered that Bradley was blind and he couldn't see anything. However, being half-naked in front of a blind man still caused her cheeks to burn. He pretended not to notice anything while sniffing the air for lavender traces and asking, "You took a shower?" Freya's face turned slightly pale at that point. Her silky hair cascaded naturally on her shoulders after she washed it. She possessed a captivating beauty. Bradley thought the girl exuded a pristine and perfect air, possibly due to her innocence. "Many clothes are filthy and stink." Freya smiled at him with a pouty lip. Bradley locked his gaze on hers, his intensity radiating from them. Without a word, he extended a hand into the air, embraced her waist, and pulled her into his arms. Freya screamed in her head, worrying about what he might do to her. She thought he was up to no good and had ulterior motives. She had previously formed a favorable opinion of him after he defended her, but now she changed her mind since he was treating her disrespectfully. "Hey, where do you think you're going to put your hand? Even if you were blind, you shouldn't act like a pervert!" she thought to herself. Freya had the urge to cry. She also wanted to know if this man was acting and if he was doing it on purpose. However, she couldn't help but laugh the next moment. "Ah! it tickles! Don't touch me!" "Don't move!" As he gazed at her sexy back, his eyes narrowed, and his gaze turned deep and distant. He felt a rush of primal desire whenever he was with this girl. A thought occurred to Bradley: since this woman would become his wife, it was reasonable for him to have sex with her. Meanwhile, Freya felt a chilling sensation on her scalp, as if she were being plagued by a swarm of crawling worms. Despite her desire to resist internally, she had to continue acting intellectually challenged and refrain from making risky moves. However, she strongly resisted his touch and intended to struggle, but before she could react, he lifted her and placed her on his lap. Freya's feelings of shame grew, causing her face to turn red, and she couldn't help but sense a growing sense of danger. She remembered hearing rumors about Bradley's infertility, but what she was experiencing was nothing like what she had heard. "Don't move, or I'll take you to the bed right now!" Bradley spoke softly into her ear, his warm breath enveloping her. The fresh mint scent emanating from his body as they were so close gave her a sense of refreshment. Freya looked into his eyes, blushing and nervously swallowing, and wondered about the implications of his words. "What did he say? Does he really have the ability to do that?" she wondered. "Tonight, we will spend our wedding night together!" he said, placing his hand on her back and zipping up her dress with a snap. The dress accentuated her curves, highlighting her exquisite beauty. Bradley lowered his head and looked at her with a hidden spark in his eyes. He realized that this little fool was beautiful and gorgeous enough to captivate his heart and soul and make him itch with desire. He reached out again, this time gently caressing Freya's cheek. Her skin was soft and smooth as if it were made of tender jade. Bradley's fingers then descended from her nose, tracing a path down to her lips, lightly rubbing them back and forth. At that moment, a surge of heat coursed through Bradley's lower abdomen, making his throat dry. He couldn't deny the growing desire he felt for her. It was a reaction he hadn't had in the previous seven years. The three women who had been sent to his house before were killed as soon as they arrived because their perfume disgusted him. However, this seemingly foolish girl made him crave more than just touching her. His warm breath caressed Freya's face, and his fingertips radiated extreme heat. This longing grew stronger, with every cell in his body yearning to make love with her. Bradley's touch nearly suffocated Freya. The long-lasting torment intensified her fear, and she became acutely aware of a significant shift in the man's demeanor. It all seemed too dangerous to her. Freya fought desperately, trying to break free from his grasp as she realized the gravity of the situation. However, he then gripped her tightly. Bradley lowered his head and kissed her lips. He remembered their passionate kiss from the night before and wanted to kiss her even more. As he moved closer to her cheek, Freya detected a distinct and pleasant aroma of mint, the same fragrance the man who had kissed her the night before had worn. "Indeed, men with this kind of fragrance are all perverts!" she couldn't help but think. With a calculating expression in her narrowed eyes, Freya devised a plan to teach him a lesson by pricking him with a needle the moment he touched her. However, at that precise moment, a magnetic voice sounded from above her head.