My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

He remembered that in his previous life, Freya had been so aggressive towards him, and if it wasn't for Kieran's sake, he would have abused her to death.

But this time, listening to Freya's angry roar, there was no half-hearted anger in his heart, only unspeakable pain.

Freya was right, Kiki didn't owe him or Penny anything anymore, never had, it was he, Christ, who owed her a sincere apology, a fair and just one, and a lifetime.

In his heart, there was also a touch of indescribable happiness and joy. Fortunately, there was Freya in this world.

Fortunately, after Kiki was bruised and battered, there was still Freya who would never leave her side.

Kiki has a very serious depression, if not for the company of Freya, Jaden and Jayla, in this world, there would have been no Kiki long ago.

His heart was grateful, so when he looked at Freya and the rest of the people again, Christ felt less of an eyesore.

"Freya, you're right, Kiki doesn't owe me, it's me who has wronged her." Thinking of Freya's special emphasis just now that Kiki killed his and Penny's child, Christ's heart suddenly thudded, and he was afraid that Kiki would continue to misunderstand, so he hurriedly spoke, "Kiki, that child in Penny's stomach back then was not mine." "I never touched Penny, that night, | was so drunk that | was misled by her into thinking that there had been something between her and me. The truth is, | never touched her and she could not have been pregnant with my child." "Kiki, I also believe that it was not you who killed Penny's child. Kiki, I'm sorry, | made a mistake, | misunderstood you, | caused you to suffer so much, not to mention that you can't possibly forgive me, in this life, | will never forgive myself." Hearing these words from Christ, Freya, who had planned to continue cursing at him, could not help but freeze.

She really didn't expect that Christ, who could not distinguish between right and wrong, and was completely incomprehensible, would one day realise his mistake and apologise to Kiki.

It seemed, well, quite affectionate.

But, the late deep love really does not have much meaning, Kiki had suffered, his guilt was worthless! Kiki's expression was slightly dazed, she really didn't expect that the child Penny was carrying back then, was not Christ's.

No wonder, recently, Christ suddenly became so strange, it turns out it was because he found out that Penny had cuckolded him.

Was he, after suffering a love wound at Penny's, coming to her, seeking solace for his soul? Kiki was not that cheap! "Mr. Birkin, Freya is here, you should go back." Kiki closed her eyes tiredly and spoke indifferently.

"Kiki, I said, I'm not leaving, I'm going to look after you here!" "Christ, no need for you to pretend to be nice, I'll be here to take care of Kiki!" When Kieran's mellow voice rang out in the air, "Freya, you're not going to Jaden and Jayla's parent-child activity today?" Freya, "......" It seems she really had to go to a parent-child event for the two kids today.

But, more than anything, she wanted to look after Kiki.

Kiki was most concerned about the two kids, of course she didn't want Freya to miss their parent-child activity, she hurriedly spoke to her, "Freya, I'm fine, you go and join Jaden and Jayla's parent-child activity first." "But Kiki ......" "I will take care of Kiki!" Christ was busy showing his loyalty, "I will take good care of her!" "Weasel! No good intentions!" Freya gave Christ a disgusted look, and she was about to throw him out, but Kieran clutched her hand tightly.

"Freya, let's go to school! I'll accompany you to the parent-child activity with Jaden and Jayla!" After saying that, without giving Freya any chance to refuse, he forcibly dragged her towards the door.

As he walked to the door, Kieran turned around and gave Christ a meaningful look.

Christ knew in his heart that although his best friend was not a good talker, he still had his heart towards him, and he was creating opportunities for him.

After Freya and the others left, it was quiet again inside the ward, but Christ's heart, however, was in turmoil.

So happy! It's time for him to put on a good show! "Kiki, are you still uncomfortable anywhere?" "None of your business!" Kiki now really disliked Christ, and she disliked this irregularly beating heart of hers even more. She was so angry that she wanted to throw him out, but her hand was injured, so she could only stomp her foot in anger.

She was also really unlucky that her calf cramped up when she stomped her foot so much.

The pain was unbearable, even if Kiki was as calm as she was, her face was wrinkled in pain.

She tried to rub her hand, but her hand hurt and she couldn't do it.

Looking at her stretching her legs, her hands trying to reach her calves, her face scrunched up in a frown, Christ knew that she must be having a cramp.

"Kiki, you have a cramp in your calf, don't you? Let me rub it for you." "No need ......" Before Kiki could finish her sentence, Christ had already caught her foot into his hands, his fingers landing gently on her calf belly, indescribably soothing.

People, to a greater or lesser extent, like to enjoy themselves, and even though she hated Christ, he made her legs so comfortable.

Think of it as, a pig arching into her lap.

With this thought, Kiki's mind was even more free of a single minute of pressure, and she concentrated on enjoying herself.

As Christ gave her a massage, his eyes couldn't help but fall on her legs.

Her legs, really slender, not even thick enough for his arms, so fragile that he didn't dare to rub them for fear of breaking them with the slightest effort.

Her feet were so small, not even the size of his palm, and, cold.

The shape of her feet was really extraordinarily perfect, except that the beauty of these feet was marred by the scars that crisscross the backs of her feet, and the soles of her feet.

Like, a fine, beautiful jade, carved with a piercing mark.

On the top of her right foot, there was even a deep scar, as in, a sharp object has pierced her foot and it is dripping with blood.

Looking at the countless bruises on her feet, Christ's eyes flushed red.

He couldn't resist cupping her feet, leaning down, and his lips fell tenderly and compassionately.