My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

As he watched Freya fall heavily to the ground, Kieran only felt his heart seize violently.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rush forward and hold her tightly in his arms, but in the end, he resisted the urge.

This woman, shameless and cunning, who knows if she's faking her fainting!

With this thought, Kieran paced slowly in front of Freya, "Stop pretending!"

Freya was still lying motionless on the ground, her lips pale, but her face blushed, as if, there was a blazing fire

burning on her face.

The more he looked at Freya's face, the more annoyed Kieran became. He stretched out his hand and wanted to

pull Freya up from the ground so that she could not continue to play dead.

He grasped his hand and he realised that she was horribly hot.

Just now, he had also touched her body, but did not notice anything unusual about her body, and did not expect her

to burn so badly.

Kieran withdrew his hand from her wrist, his thin lips pursed involuntarily, as if after an extremely intense mental

struggle, he reached out again and touched her forehead.

Her forehead, which was hotter than her wrist, looked quite painful as her body kept trembling, probably because of

the intense fever.

"Damn!"

Kieran let out a low curse, but still picked up Freya and threw her into his sports car.

He told himself that he would take this woman home, not because he cared for her, but simply because, he didn't

want to see her die.

He had never been a kind man or woman, and he would not even blink if someone who was seriously ill died in

front of him, so how could he suddenly become so compassionate!

Freya is now really uncomfortable.

She felt that her body, for a while baking in the fire and for a while falling into the ice.

Even colder, still, was her heart.

She was alone, strolling through the snow and ice, she looked around in a daze, she thought she could see the man

she had been longing for, but she could see nothing.

She had a particularly, particularly scary dream that she couldn't find her beloved Mr. Fitzgerald anymore.

She had travelled thousands of miles and could find no trace of him.

How could she not find him when, obviously, the man said he would be with her all day long!

Unwilling to be lost to him forever, she ran frantically through the snow and ice.

Then, probably because God took pity on her, she finally sought out Mr. Fitzgerald.

She shouted his name and she rushed like mad in his direction, but before she could get close to him, before she

could see the smile on his face, a truck rammed into him hard.

Bright red blood, staining the white snow red, he was in front of her, shattered, unable to open his eyes any longer.

"Mr. Fitzgerald ......"

Freya reached out her hand, she tried hard to grab something, but she couldn't grab anything.

How could she not catch him? Obviously, Mr. Fitzgerald was close at hand, even if it was a cold corpse, she wanted

to catch Mr. Fitzgerald, but all she could catch was snow mixed with blood.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, don't leave me ...... Mr. Fitzgerald, don't leave me ......"

Freya whimpered lowly, tears uncontrollably rolling down from the corners of her eyes, "Mr. Fitzgerald, please, don't

leave me, okay? Mr. Fitzgerald, without you, my life is worse than death ......"

Kieran had just carried Freya to the big bed inside his room when he saw her choking silently.

This was followed by crystal clear teardrops sliding down from the corners of her eyes as she cried out something

about Mr. Fitzgerald in a loud voice.

Kieran wrinkled his eyebrows, can't it be that this woman really has a guest surnamed Fitzgerald, so much in love

that it is difficult to part with him?

She loves that man so much! She still can't get him out of her mind!

The more he thought about it, the more upset Kieran became. With anger, he threw Freya on the bed and planned

to leave her to her own devices.

Then, finally, with his heart in his mouth, he dialed the number of his personal doctor.

Kieran was just about to go out, but Freya's eyes suddenly opened and she climbed off the bed, stumbling towards

him.

"Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Fitzgerald, I knew you wouldn't leave me! I knew you leave me ......"

Freya's brain was now so chaotic that her consciousness was somewhat blurred, and all she wanted to do was to

hold the man in front of her as hard as she could, and not to let go!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, it's hard for me! They all say you're dead, it's hard for me! I look at your corpse and I really want to

go with you too, but I can't die, our babies already don't have a father, I can't leave them without a mother."

"Luckily, luckily you're okay, Mr. Fitzgerald, you're back, I'm really so happy, so happy! Mr. Fitzgerald, don't leave me

again, don't leave me again, okay?"

Kieran hates being touched physically. Once a woman jumped on him, he directly had that woman thrown to Africa,

but now, he couldn't even bring himself to be cruel to this shameless woman.

"Get out!"

Kieran growled coldly, but Freya hugged him a little tighter.

Right now, there was only one thought in her mind, she would not let go of Mr. Fitzgerald even if she died!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I won't leave! Mr. Fitzgerald, you didn't treat me like this before! It's really hard for me to feel bad

when you're so mean to me."

"But the fact that you are alive is what makes me happiest, and as long as you are alive, no matter how mean you

are to me, my heart rejoices."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm in pain, I'm really in pain here ......"

Freya gripped her heart hard, how could it hurt so much, so much that she didn't know how to live anymore!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm in so much pain, I can't breathe ......"

Freya was breathing heavily, her eyes were red and she was looking at Kieran in confusion, she wanted to say

something, but before she could say anything, she was so aggravated that she just wanted to cry.

Kieran also didn't give her a chance to speak and threw her off. She didn't stand still and fell straight to the ground.

"It hurts? You're really addicted to acting, aren't you? A filthy woman knows pain?"

"If you really cared about your Mr. Fitzgerald, you wouldn't be trying to hook up with men by all means! You're

disgusting!"

Freya's head was so chaotic that she didn't hear much of what Kieran said, and there was only one phrase that

went back and forth in her head.

A filthy woman.

She flattened her mouth aggressively, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm not a filthy woman, I'm not! I have a name!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, how could you forget my name!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm Freya!"