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Hearing Freya's words, Kieran's body gave a slight lurch, and Freya thought her words had worked, but the next

second, she heard Kieran say word for word, "Freya, you're forcing me to give myself a shot too, aren't you?!"

"Freya, even if you don't let me touch you, I won't let you suffer alone!"

Kieran had never been an impulsive person, and he had always loved his physical life, but now, he didn't want to

cherish his body anymore.

If Freya were to leave alone, his life would be meaningless. It would be better for him and her to share the pain and

sweetness, to live together and die together.

Freya's body trembled even more, how could she have ever imagined that Kieran would go to such lengths for her?

Mr. Fitzgerald actually said that he was going to give himself a shot!

Did he know what the hell he was talking about!

This was a life-threatening disease, how he do that!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you'll regret it! You will definitely regret it!" Freya roared with red eyes, "Mr. Fitzgerald, please let me

go, don't make yourself regret it, okay?"

Kieran's eyes burned as he looked at Freya, his eyes surging with a palpitating light, as gentle as a pool of water,

yet as firm as if a sharp axe was buried.

"Freya, I have never known what it means to regret, I only know that I love you and will never regret it in this life!"

Freya echoed Kieran's words over and over again, her heart fluttering softly, but she still wanted to push Kieran

away.

Mr. Fitzgerald could not ruin his radiant life.

But there was no chance ......

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you're so stupid, how could you be so stupid ......"

Freya whimpered lowly. Over the years, she had shed tears, but she had never cried so freely as she was doing

now.

She buried her head deep in the sofa and let the tears wet her face.

Under the sky, how could there be someone as stupid as Mr. Fitzgerald!

Even if she, Freya, had that disease, in his heart, she was still a treasure, but he, however, did not treat his own life

as his life.

He wiped away the tears from her face, "Freya, I'm not stupid, I'm just clear about what I want!"

He stroked Freya's brow lovingly, how could he love this woman so much?

Whether in the clouds or falling into the abyss with her, he could never love her enough!

Only after he really met the woman he loved did he understand that love can really drive people crazy and make

them crazy, and that even a cold-hearted man like him, Kieran, can give up this prosperous world for a woman, and

only wish to live and die with her.

Kieran's kiss gradually changed from passionate to gentle, but Freya's choking sobs could no longer be stopped.

She was grateful and touched by his deep love for her, but she was even more heartbroken.

Mr. Fitzgerald said that he had no regrets for her in this life, but she hated herself, hated herself for not being

strong enough, hated her for not knowing her life directly, hated her for dragging Mr. Fitzgerald down into misery.

Freya cried harder and harder, and eventually drifted off to sleep in a heavy dose of self-loathing.

Freya had a terrible dream.

She dreamed that both she and Mr. Fitzgerald had developed a very serious form of AIDS and that they were both

in the later stages of this disease.

Both of them, suffering from illness, even after throwing large sums of money at the hospital, their lives, both of

them, passed quickly and desperately.

She also dreamt that Patricia pointed her nose at her and scolded her, saying that she had ruined her son, and that

she was so selfish that she deserved to go to hell and never live again.

Patricia at first roared with hoarse and mean words, but in the end, looking at Kieran's mangled body, tears fell like

rain and she could no longer say a complete sentence.

She was also crying, more than Patricia, because, in her dream, Mr. Fitzgerald had left this world first without

waking up in a resuscitation.

Looking at Mr. Fitzgerald's body, which had become rigid, she cried so hard.

Mr. Fitzgerald, how can he die like this!

If it wasn't for her infecting Mr. Fitzgerald with this damn disease, he wouldn't have died!

Freya had never hated herself so much, she had killed Mr. Fitzgerald!

Freya jerked awake from her sleep, the hair on her forehead already soaked with cold sweat, and as soon as she

opened her eyes, she saw Kieran.

Mr. Fitzgerald was not dead yet.

Fortunately, the despair that was so deep and the painful parting of life and death just now was only a dream.

How she wished that everything that had happened today was also just a dream.

However, it was true that she had been given that injection by Alisha, and it was also true that Mr. Fitzgerald had

had sex with her.

Now, she can still feel Mr. Fitzgerald's warmth, but it won't be long before she and Mr. Fitzgerald, will finally be

separated from each other.

"Mr. Fitzgerald ......"

Freya twisted her face aside, she didn't want Kieran to see the vulnerability in her eyes, she took a deep breath,

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. Fitzgerald, I've caused you a lot of trouble ......"

Kieran took Freya into his arms, and his handsome face was not half as disheveled as it might have been if he had

been infected.

He stared at Freya's face, "Freya, remember, don't say sorry to me again. You are not sorry to me. If you want to

abandon your husband, then you are really sorry to me."

Seeing Freya's eyes were red and her shoulders were still trembling uncomfortably, Kieran's heart ached as he

kissed the corners of Freya's eyes and a word almost came out of his mouth.

But when he thought that the first thing this woman thought of when she encountered something was not to tell

him so that he could share it with her, but to break up with him, and to find a pussy to piss him off, Kieran was

furious.

Was it true that if he didn't force the truth out of that twat, she'd kick him out of the way?

With this in mind, Kieran decided to give her a lesson.

"Freya, I have two things to tell you, a good thing and a bad thing, which one do you want to hear first?"