My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

After sex, Kieran got a lot of sweat. He was afraid that his sticky body would be disliked, so he wanted to take a

shower first.

As he was just about to go to the bathroom, his phone suddenly rang.

It was a few messages from Regina.

"Simon, I saw a pair of very nice four-leaf clover bracelets from a jewellery magazine, and they can be custom

engraved! I'll send you the pictures, see if you like them."

"If you like this bracelet, would you tell me? I want to buy a pair and have your name and mine engraved on the

inside of the bracelet, a four-leaf clover is a symbol of luck and with our names engraved on the bracelet, we will be

together forever."

Kieran was not at all interested in the matter of being with Regina, and he did not want to pay attention to this

message from Regina, but the picture that Regina then sent still caught his attention.

The bracelet in the picture is exactly the same as the bracelet Freya gave him!

This bracelet can be custom engraved?

Did Freya, too, inscribe their names inside?

When he thought that the bracelet on his hand might be engraved with his name or Freya's, Kieran's heart instantly

filled with endless sweetness.

Looking for engravings on jewellery and whatnot is really something only little girls would do, but at this moment,

Kieran was looking for something extraordinarily pious.

As he expected, he found the initials of Freya's name on the inside of the bracelet on his left wrist.

FS.

The two capital letters, small and delicate, are not noticeable unless he looks closely.

Kieran repeatedly stroked these two letters, as if, this was the most precious treasure in the world.

Her name, engraved on the inside of his bracelet, was like, she gave him her complete self, and from then on, she

would be by his side with all her heart and soul, and would never leave him.

Kieran knew that what was engraved on the inside of Freya's bracelet must be the initials of his name.

But like a young boy in love, he was still excited to see it for himself.

He gently grasped Freya's slender wrist and carefully turned the silver bracelet over.

The letters were so small that it wasn't much easier to find them. Kieran searched for a while before finding the

letters.

KF.

Kieran Fitzgerald.

Not Simon Fitzgerald.

The person Freya wants to be with is not him!

Kieran suddenly felt particularly ridiculous as he pressed hard on his chest, where was so painful that his entire

body jerked uncontrollably.

He held his heart out to her, and she trampled on it after all.

Before, Freya always turned to him as Mr. Fitzgerald, and took him to the grove in the university town, looking for

any memories, he should have clearly understood that he was just a stand-in for his brother.

He was also heartbroken at the time and proposed a break-up.

But then, when she pouted and gave in, he still surrendered.

Too much love for her after all.

But his so-called deep love was too worthless in her eyes.

She said that she wanted to be with him, that she would not break up with him, and that she would love him for life,

and now, finally, he understood that the person she wanted to live with for life was not him but his brother!

How ironic! How hilarious!

He was still holding out hope that she didn't see him as a double, but that there was more or less a place for him in

her heart.

He let go of the silver bracelet on her wrist and gently took her into his arms. He dreaded to think that when he was

with him, all she could think about was his brother!

"Freya, who do you like?"

Kieran's voice carried an apprehension and uncertainty that even he despised. He was such a proud man, how

could he be so humble in front of this heartless woman!

Freya was sleeping soundly, and she had just had a dream.

She dreamed that in the midst of roses, Kieran proposed to her, followed by him getting down on one knee and

piously asking her to marry him.

Eventually, the countless images slowly overlapped, becoming less clear; the only thing that was clear was Mr.

Fitzgerald's voice.

Freya, who do you like?

Freya laughed with her eyes closed as she slapped the man who tickled her face, "Mr. Fitzgerald, are you stupid! Of

course I like you!"

It was already early summer, and the room was even warmer inside, but at this moment, Kieran only felt a bone-

chilling cold.

After all, he still deceived himself. Her so-called liking for him and her so-called having only him in her heart were all

false.

They've only known each other not for long. Even if they could really fall in love at first sight, how could they fall in

love so much!

He's foolishly been a stand-in again!

How could he have become so pathetic!

As if undeterred, Kieran asked another question.

"What about Simon?"

"Simon?" There was a distinct confusion in Freya's voice, followed by a heartless giggle.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, are you stupid! How could I possibly like Simon!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I only have you in my heart, Simon is just a brother ......"

From Freya's words, Kieran accurately heard another layer of meaning, that he was nothing in her heart.

"Freya, who had sex with you tonight?!" Kieran's eyes were bloodshot, like a trapped beast driven to desperation.

He strangled Freya's shoulders with a deadly grip and asked word for word.

He stared at Freya, and he felt that countless bloodthirsty factors were rushing madly through his body, and he

could not suppress them with almost all the strength he had.

If she said something other than the answer he wanted to hear, he was afraid that he would lose control and kill

her!

Not getting a response from Freya, Kieran asked again in a hoarse voice, "Freya, say it! Who had sex with you

tonight"