Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 20

After realizing the situation, Freya quickly put her coat over her body. The coat scraped the wound on her back, causing her to gasp with pain.

Kieran didn't expect to see this when he walked in, his handsome, chiseled face flushed with unnatural heat.

In a flash, his expression returned to the usual indifferent calm appearance.

He stepped forward and took one look at the blood on the sterile cotton. "Your back is hurt, too. I'll help you with the wound on your back."

"No..." don't...

Before Freya could finish her refusal, Kieran cut her off. "Are you sure you can handle the wound on your back?"

Freya was shocked. It was really difficult for her to deal with the wound on her back. She couldn't clean out all the glass. It might cause inflammation.

Freya closed her eyes and took a deep breath, there were a lot of male surgeons, and when you're dealing with a wound, it's nothing sexual, and she's just going to pretend that Kieran is a male doctor.

It's like she also checked for him.

After some struggles, Freya decided to let Kieran help her with the wounds on her back. She glanced at him quietly and whispered, "Mr. Fitzgerald, please turn around first, and wait for me to call you, then turn back."

Seeing Kieran turn around cooperatively, Freya quickly took off her coat, firmly covering her front with it, and quickly lay down on the bed. "You can turn around now"

Hearing Freya's voice, Kieran turned, and when he saw the bloody wounds, his brow furrowed.

He was too kind to Thompson earlier.

He should tear him into pieces.

Kieran was once caught in a hail of bullets, and in those days, injuries were common, and over the years, he dealt with them more skillfully than most doctors.

After sterilizing the tweezers, he quickly removed the glass residue from Freya's back, and after sterilizing the wound on her back with alcohol, he dipped his fingertips in the ointment and gently applied it to her wound.

Freya had to admit, Kieran's ointment really worked, and the wounds on Freya's back hurt like hell, and now with the cool ointment on it, it's so cooling and comforting.

It doesn't seem to hurt as much.

Freya's head was already foggy, and when the pain in her back eased, a wave of weariness came over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.

As his fingertips touched her delicate, smooth skin, Kieran quickly drew his hand back like he's been shocked by electricity.

He put the ointment aside, and in a moment of quiet contemplation, he said, "you, like Seth?"

There was no reply but Freya's even breathing.

When Kieran looked down and saw that Freya was asleep, he took the nightgown he had prepared for her and put it over her.

His big Hand inadvertently slid off from her face, a delicate touch, his throat tightening.

In the face of her, he always seemed to have an uncontrollable fear that if he stayed any longer, he would do something terrible like an animal. Kieran turned stiffly and walked steadily out of the room.

No sooner had he reached the door, there was a low sob coming behind him.

Kieran's heart was tugged suddenly, and he turned and doubled back.