My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, so angry that he wanted to break her legs and throw her in

the pigsty again.

But before he could act on it, her pitiful voice was heard inside the room.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, my stomach hurts ......"

Freya's pitifully pouted, "It hurts ......"

This damned woman is using him as a stand-in again!

Why doesn't he slap her to death!

Kieran felt that he had once again refreshed all his boundaries in front of Freya, he was already so angry that he

wanted to slap her to death, and what happened?

As a result, he didn't even bother to beat her up, so he went out to buy her medicine and had to coax her to drink

it, using up all the patience he had.

After feeding Freya the medicine, her face, which was wrinkled into a ball, finally regained its serenity and she fell

into a deep sleep.

Seeing that she no longer cried out in pain, Kieran finally let out a sigh of relief.

He hadn't even realised that his concern for her body had outweighed his exasperation at being treated like he was

a stand-in.

After Freya went to sleep, Kieran could not sleep at all.

He lit a cigarette and stood on the balcony.

It occurred to him that Freya had always been repulsed by his smoking, and on a few occasions she coughed

several times when he smoked in front of her.

Realizing that he was thinking of Freya again, Kieran couldn't help but let out a low curse.

But after a low curse, he crushed out his cigarette, and in silence he now looked out of the window at the lights of

the houses.

Previously, Kieran felt that when a man and a woman are together, they are just getting along as plainly and there

is no need to have a heartbeat.

He had also always felt that he was destined to be entangled with Regina in this life.

Engaged, married and......

Now, suddenly, he was a little unsure.

Suddenly, he yearned a little for that loving relationship.

But when he thought of the wounds Regina had left on her belly for him, and of his promise to make Regina his only

wife in this life, his heart sank.

He could not continue to be confused by this woman, and he would not, moreover, entangle himself with his

brother's woman!

When Freya woke up, she was directly dumbfounded by the situation she was in.

What's with the pyjamas on her?

She clearly remembered that she had worn a trench coat with a chiffon shirt last night, but not she was in a new

and unfamiliar outfit?

Freya's mind was running fast, she usually remembered what had happened when she woke up.

Last night, she accompanied Catherine to drink and sing in the box and told the fortunes of a group of very cute

men.

Later, she went out of the box and seemed to have bumped into Mr. Fitzgerald.

Yes, she did indeed run into Mr. Fitzgerald.

Freya shook her head hard, and the images inside her head became clearer and clearer.

She told Mr. Fitzgerald fortune, and she said ......

She said that Mr. Fitzgerald has shit in his brains!

No, it's not just that, she also made an offensive remark about Mr. Fitzgerald being brain-dead!

Brain-dead?

Freya jumped up from the bed with a start, how dare she say that about Mr. Fitzgerald, she would definitely be

abused into brain damage!

There is no doubt that she was brought home by Mr. Fitzgerald last night, and it seems she even threw up. If she

threw up all over Mr. Fitzgerald, she would just commit suicide!

Her stomach was hot and indescribably comfortable, Freya vaguely remembered that last night, there seemed to

be a pair of big, gentle hands that were rubbing her stomach.

Freya's heart fluttered with joy, the feeling of last night was so real and clear, for Mr. Fitzgerald had actually been

taking care of her!

Yesterday afternoon at the entrance of Mr. Fitzgerald's villa, she was looking for death and he was indifferent, she

was, at that time, really dying of distress.

But her love for Mr. Fitzgerald is like a weed that never burns out and grows again in the spring breeze.

Freya stretched out her hand and smilingly touched her stomach, she proudly raised her chin, Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm not

one to break my word, you're the one who came to mess with me again. Trying to get rid of me? Dream on!

The path of stimulating Mr. Fitzgerald to recover his memory is not going to work, so Freya can only think of other

ways to break up him and Regina.

Yesterday afternoon, she said that she wished him and Regina a happy engagement, but those words were false.

She and Regina were enemies and she will not let Regina be pleasant as long as she has a breath to breathe.

What she said about the so-called letting go, the so-called Mr. Fitzgerald died in her heart, was just a moment of

desperate self-loathing. She could let go and really let Mr. Fitzgerald die in her heart.

Freya quickly got up from the bed and could not control the corners of her lips as she saw the brand new clothes

already ready on the bedside table.

Today she has to accompany Regina to choose a dress, she has a tough battle to fight, with the warmth of Mr.

Fitzgerald last night, she has to return triumphant today!

Freya accompanied Regina to the largest shop in the city. As soon as she entered, the branch manager Johnson

warmly greeted her, "Miss Wells, we have prepared twenty sets of dresses for you, these are all new creations by

Mr. Fillip, take your pick."

Regina nodded politely and elegantly to Johnson, she told him not to follow her, then she turned her face and looked

at Freya with a big smile and said, "Freya, I'm going to be your sister-in-law soon, are you very happy? Oh right, you

haven't said a word of congratulations to me yet!"