My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Hearing a loud noise, Kieran turned around sharply, and he saw Freya falling pitifully to the ground, his body in pain

to the point of spasms.

"Brother, my stomach hurts ......"

Seeing the fine beads of sweat seeping from Freya's forehead, Kieran knew that this painful look on her face was

not a pretence.

He had known before that she had a bad stomach.

How dare she drink so much wine with such a weak stomach? This woman, she's just looking for trouble!

Although he was so angry that he could not break her legs, seeing this painful look on her face, Kieran resigned

himself to carrying her back to the sofa and carefully went to take care of her.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Freya whispered to Kieran, "Brother, just now, I shouldn't have been so mean to you, and I shouldn't have made

you angry. I will be good and obedient in the future, let's not fight anymore, okay?"

"I know, you don't want to get back together with me, you just want to keep that kind of relationship with me. As

long as you don't get mad at me, I'm willing to stay in that kind of relationship with you... Brother, don't leave me,

okay?"

Freya felt that she was really spineless, after all this time, just hoping that Kieran would coax her, but in the end,

she still had to lower her head and coax him.

Seeing that Kieran's expression didn't seem to soften in the slightest, still looking high and mighty, Freya continued

to make further efforts to coax this foul-tempered man.

"Brother, don't worry, even if we can only have that kind of relationship, I won't get entangled with anyone else, I

won't go on a blind date, I won't get married, I'll just stay by your side for the rest of my life, okay?"

Kieran knew that Freya was bowing her head in such a condescending manner, most likely just because he had this

identical face to Kieran's, but listening to this soft voice of hers, his heart still couldn't control the fluttering.

It trembled so much that he wanted to hug her properly.

Kieran forced himself to remain calm and just responded so salty.

Hearing this voice of his, Freya knew that the two of them were back to their harmonious relationship.

It wasn't what she wanted, but it was better to have this little relationship than to have him leave her behind.

It wasn't as legitimate as being boyfriend and girlfriend, but there was nothing wrong with her asking him to feed

her something, was there?

With this in mind, Freya spoke softly, "Brother, I haven't eaten anything today and I'm hungry."

Kieran grunted, see, he just can't be too nice to this woman. He takes care of her for a bit and she resolutely would

ask for more!

Although he thought so, Kieran resigned himself to heat up a bowl of millet porridge for Freya.

Freya looked at the man walking out of the kitchen and her eyebrows instantly arched.

This couldn't be the dinner that Mr. Fitzgerald had prepared especially for her, could it?

Suddenly she wanted to get more.

She blinked at Kieran, like a puppy waiting to be pampered by its master, "Brother, my stomach hurts so much that

I have no energy left. Can you feed me?"

Seeing Freya's face growing white and the beads of sweat still beading on her forehead, he still sat upright next to

her and fed her the porridge.

Without adding sugar in the millet porridge, but when it reached Freya's stomach, it was sweet.

Like a spoonful of honey, it fizzes quickly in the warmest and softest part of the heart, and the sweetness of it

lingers on and on.

And it really would have been perfect if Brother had been softer and resumed a boyfriend and girlfriend

relationship with her.

With a bowl of millet porridge down, Freya's stomach felt better, and she nestled in his arms, soon falling into a

deep sleep.

Freya had a very bad, very bad dream.

She dreamed that he was with Regina.

He said, "Freya, I don't care to stay in this relationship with you now, I want to be with Regina.”

In her dream, Freya cried!

She tugged pitifully at his cuffs and pleaded with him, "Brother, I will be very good and behave, I will listen to you in

everything, don't you be with Regina, okay?

He shook her off coldly, but there was endless tenderness when he looked at Regina.

Suddenly, he turned his face and said to her word for word, "Freya, do you know why I am not even willing to be

fuck buddies with you?"

"Because, you're so ugly!"

With those words, he left with Regina.

Freya was so irritated by their voice.

As soon as Kieran turned his face, he saw her in tears of pity.

Closer, he could still hear her whimpering.

She moved her lips as if to shout someone's name, and Kieran's body suddenly tightened.

She's dreaming about his dead brother again, isn't she?

If she dared to call out his brother's name in his arms again, he would throw her out of the window right now.

Freya did call out to someone, only, she was not calling out to Mr. Fitzgerald, but to Brother.

She cried out, "Brother, don't leave me, okay?"

"Brother, I will treat you very, very well, don't you be with Regina, okay? Brother, it's so hard for me when you

ignore me ......"

She blurred out a few words before she started crying again. She nestled aggressively under the covers, and kept

burrowing into his arms, really cute.

The pity in Kieran's heart instantly flooded.

This time, she shouted for him.

Is it possible that even if she still thinks about Kieran, unknowingly, her heart is also inhabited by his shadow?

Kieran's eyes, uncontrollably, deepened.

Freya, if the person you like is me, I will haunt you to death!

Kiki was taken to the Western Suburbs Cemetery by Dylan.

Halfway through the journey, Kiki was already awake and she subconsciously dialed Quinn for help.

Before she could tell him where she was, her phone had been snatched away from her by Dylan and thrown aside

in the stinking gutter.

Dylan turned his face, the barely handsome face twisted like a demon.

"Kiki, my sister is dead. She couldn't stand the torture in prison and committed suicide."

"Kiki, tell me, how should I send you to hell since you've caused my sister so much trouble?"