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Kieran coldly swept a glance at the woman who was sleeping in the bed, and with the force of his hand, he grabbed
her up like a chicken and threw her onto the sofa.
By allowing her to sleep on the sofa in his room, he had been kind enough to her.
Kieran let go of Freya and was about to take a shower and go back to bed when Freya's head tilted and she vomited
all over herself.
"Freya!"
Looking at Freya, who had dazedly climbed up from the sofa and vomited, Kieran really wanted to throw her out of
the window.
Although Freya didn't puke on him, she was covered in her own puke and he was in the same room with her, so if
he didn't deal with her filth, he'd be smelt to death by her!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe sighed slightly helplessly before resigning himself to picking up Freya and walking towards the bathroom.
Kieran is a very serious cleanliness freak, even if it was Regina, he would be uncomfortable if she got too close to
him or touched his personal belongings.
But now, hugging Freya, who was covered in filth, he surprisingly did not feel disgusted.
Even, looking at her face, which was scrunched up into a frown, his chest ached.
He didn't want to admit that she was special to him, so when he saw her eyes open in a daze, he said in a cold
voice, "Clean yourself up!" and turned to leave the bathroom.
Freya's head was so dizzy that she struggled to lift her eyelids, only to feel the whole bathroom spinning.
In fact, she is a very alert person, and tonight, she would indulge herself to sleep over just because she heard Mr.
Fitzgerald's voice, and she was reassured from the bottom of her heart, so she slept defencelessly.
Just now, she heard Mr. Fitzgerald's voice again, which proved that she was still with him.
As long as there is Mr. Fitzgerald around, she is still safe even if she is drunk.
Freya gave a giggle and a burp, her head lolling as she continued to sleep through the night.
Kieran had been waiting outside for nearly half an hour, but Freya still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
What started as impatience gradually turned into worry; she wouldn't have drowned in the bathroom, would she?
Some thoughts, once born in his mind, took root. Kieran could not stay outside any longer, he pushed open the
bathroom door and rushed in.
Freya didn't drown, but she actually fell asleep again inside the bathtub!
Her long hair, which fell casually over her body, was seaweed thick and set off her face even smaller.
Her chin already submerged, she must have drowned if her body had continued to slide!
"Freya!"
The water has long since turned cold.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was drunk and had been in the water for so long, it's a wonder she didn't catch a cold!
Kieran felt he was angry with her again!
He was so angry he wanted to break her legs!
Kieran felt that he had made an absolute mistake in bringing Freya back tonight!
But now that she had been brought back, he couldn't just throw her out.
Who knows if after he throws her out, she'll run back to Blues to spoil whatever little star she's got!
Kieran was pondering what to do with Freya, but the mobile phone inside Freya's windbreaker suddenly rang
urgently.
"Freya, where did you run off to? Let's drink ......"
The voice coming from inside the phone was Catherine's drunken voice, and Kieran was about to hang up on her
straight away, but a man's voice came into his ears.
"Freya, why haven't you come back yet? We're all ready and waiting for you to come back and spoil us!"
Kieran's anger that had been easily suppressed rose up again, and his dark eyes were locked on Freya's face for an
instant.
She wasn't going anywhere but here tonight!
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