My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

As his lips were about to touch Freya's, she seemed to have had enough sleep and stretched out, and frowned.

Seth awoke abruptly and he jerked back several steps, keeping a large distance from her.

He turned his face and slapped himself hard across the face.

He couldn't help but want to kiss an ugly girl?! What was wrong with him?! After Freya stretched her back, she slowly opened her eyes.

When he met Freya's eyes, which were still hazy with sleep, Seth's heart was weak to the extreme.

He tossed his hair daintily, "Ugly girl, don't think too much about it, | wasn't trying to kiss you just now! You are an ugly, | wouldn't be interested in you even in my next life!" When Freya had just woken up, her reaction was extraordinarily sluggish, she rubbed her eyes hard, she really didn't understand what Seth meant by this shock.

What kiss? What interest? She didn't expect him to be interested in her either, okay? Seeing that Freya did not say anything, but only stared at him with those clear watery eyes, Seth's heart beceven more weak, "Ugly girl, you don't believe me, do you? | swear to God, if I'm interested in you, I'm a bastard!" "Go away! Don't ever appear in front ofagain!" Seth let Freya out of the car with a disgusted look on his face, "If you dare to appear in front ofagain in the future, I ... | will have my uncle break your legs!" Seth tugged the suit over Freya's body, got in the car and drove away.

Freya stood in the cold wind with a dumbfounded look on his face, Seth changed his face so fast.

When she was at the hotel, he seemed to be quite nice to her, how cin the blink of an eye, it was as if she owed him millions? Could it be that Seth had been stimulated by something and had accidentally becschizophrenic? Freya suddenly felt ssympathy for Seth, even if she had turned ugly, at least, she was in good spirits, not crazy, not to be treated as a psychopath.

After sleeping in Seth's car, Freya was still very tired and a bit light-headed.

She knew that she might have caught a cold and she had to go back to her room to take cold medicine.

A cool breeze blew in and Freya sneezed violently.

She laughed at herself, her body was so weak that she could catch a cold after she jumped into the water.

In the past, she had been in great shape! The pool was not that clean and Freya felt sticky, so she wanted to take a warm bath.

But this small hotel was so limited that there was no private bathroom in the rooms and the public bathrooms were unimaginably simple, so she couldn't take a bath at all.

Freya sneezed several times in quick succession and was getting tired, so she didn't bother to wash up. After drinking a packet of cold medicine and changing out of her wet clothes, she went under the warm blanket and prepared to sleep through the night.

She had to work in the instruction site tomorrow morning. If she had a day off, she would earn less 80. If she gets used to being lazy, she won't be able to afford to eat, let alone buy medicine to cure her face.

She was not feeling well, and even when she went to sleep under the covers, she had a hard tsleeping.

She felt drowsy all the time, and his body was floating in the sky, without any sense of reality.

Freya opened her eyes with sdifficulty when a knock on the door suddenly sounded. She coughed lightly and went to open the door.

She thought it was Dolly who had returned and was unsure of her, coming over to check on her, so she didn't think much of it and opened the door without even asking who it was.

After opening the door, Freya gathered the clothes on her body, turned around, and walked towards the bed in a daze again.

Dolly was usually very talkative, chattering as if she could never finish talking for several lifetimes.

Freya was used to hearing her chatter, so after she flopped back onto the bed, she waited for Dolly to say something.

Surprisingly, she waited for a long time, so long that she was about to fall asleep, but she didn't hear Dolly's voice.

Feeling that something was wrong, Freya struggled to turn her face, and only then did she see that standing in the doorway was an unfamiliar man.

She didn't know this man, so what was he doing in her room at night? However, she settled down in a flash. With her current face, it would be nice if she didn't scare men, so she really didn't have to worry about anyone trying to take advantage of her.

Freya sat up, fished out the spare book and pen in the drawer, and wrote down, "Who are you? What do you want from me?" Caelan had been surveying the situation inside Freya's room, and the more he looked, the more his brow wrinkled.

Inside this room, with his size, it was cramped to walk around in.

In the small room, there was only a simple single bed, and not even an extra chair could fit in it.

There were still visible cracks in the walls and the roof was still wet on the cracks, so obviously, if it rained, the rain would flow in.

Thinking of the dark, dirty corridor he had just walked through, with the corpses of a few rats, Caelan's face beceven more unpleasant.

She was living in this kind of hellhole? He had always known that Freya lived in a hotel on the outskirts of the city, but he had never thought that the conditions of this hotel would be so bad, worse than the slums he had lived in as a child.

When Freya saw that Caelan was silent, she took the book she was holding and waved it in front of him again.

After her acupuncture during this period of time, her left hand was becoming more and more flexible, and it was quite convenient to hold the book or whatever.

Looking at the book shaking not far in front of him, Caelan finally cback from his thoughts, he stepped forward and looked at Freya in a condescending manner, even if he was wearing a mask, he could not hide the bloodthirsty and sinister nature of his body.

"Freya, who the hell are you? The book and pen in Freya's hand fell heavily to the ground! This was Caelan's voice! It was true that this face was not Caelan's, but she knew that it was easy to disguise one's appearance.

She instantly becwary, she subconsciously stepped back, thinking that Caelan could read lips, she no longer wasted her energy writing to communicate with him, she moved her lips and asked wordlessly, "Caelan, what are you trying to do again?!" Thinking that Caelan was trying to catch her back in that cage where she didn't see the light of day, Freya's body trembled even more, and she gritted her teeth hard.

"Caelan, get out of here! | don't want to see you!" "Freya, who the hell are you?!" Caelan's voice suddenly becindescribably gentle, "Are you Stahler?"