Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 105

After all these years of friendship, Fabian couldn’t bear to see Stephen get maimed by Kieran.

He grabbed Stephen, who was there trying to be a hero, “Coleman, are you trying to fight Kieran? Remember, if there’s gonna be blood here, it’s gonna be your blood!”

Stephen admitted Fabian was right, but he couldn’t just let go of it.

How humiliating it would be for him to have the woman of his choice taken from him right in front of him!

Although he’d been embarrassed in front of Kieran since he was a kid.

Stephen reluctantly sat back down on the couch. Fabian, seeing that he stopped being crazy, rushed to the door to open it for Kieran, “Kieran, Mrs. Fitzgerald is drunk and it’s not safe for her to sit in the back alone. Why don’t I chauffeur you and Mrs. Fitzgerald tonight?”

With that, Fabian followed Kieran out the door.

Stephen wailed feebly, “Pryce is so shameless! Freya is my lady, and now he calls her Mrs. Fitzgerald! How could I put up with that?”

Stephen moved closer to Christ, “Christ, you have to help me. You can’t just stand by and let me be bullied by that inhuman Kieran!”

“Christ, just help me get justice!”

Christ couldn’t stand being talked to by a grown man like that. He shook off goose bumps and lifted his eyes.

“Coleman, Kieran has gone easy on you.”

“Christ, you’re biased!” Stephen was furious, “Kieran beat the crap out of me, and you said he took it easy. Was he going to beat me to death so it wouldn’t be a mercy?”

“Coleman, if that was my woman you brought home drunk, you’d be dead by now.” said Christ coldly.

“But my Freya fairy is not Kieran’s girl!” Stephen paused, then said, “And Pryce, who’s he to call Freya Fairy Mrs. Fitzgerald?”

“Freya is really Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

“What?” Stephen was stunned, “What do you mean?”

“I mean that literally.” Christ looked at Stephen as if he were retarded, “Coleman, you’re lucky you didn’t get beaten to death by Kieran tonight.”

With that, Christ went directly to the outside of the room.

Watching the brilliant lights in the hall of The Blues, Christ’s eyes drifted away.

If Kiki had slept with another man, he would have crushed that man.

Stephen sat stiffly on the leather sofa, still reeling from the word Mrs. Fitzgerald.

If Fabian had said this, he would have thought he was joking, but it was Christ, and he never joked, which meant Freya really was Mrs. Fitzgerald!

Was Freya the same woman that Kieran married five years ago?

But didn’t Kieran dislike that woman? And he was going to divorce her. How could things be so good between them now?

It was all messed up!

Stephen felt his mind was completely messed up. But for all the chaos, he did know one thing.

He'd been alive for 27 years, and he finally had a real crush on a woman, and he couldn’t just let it go!

Kieran sat in the back seat with Freya in his arms, and Freya was released from Kieran’s arms as the sports car started.

She sat at Kieran’s feet, cupped her chin, and studied his handsome face with her pretty eyes.

“Handsome boy, why do you look so handsome?”

“What do you think of me, handsome? What do you say we live together?”

Kieran looked deep into Freya’s face. “Freya, you said that!”

No sooner had Kieran said this than Freya started shaking her head to herself again, “Forget it, don’t live together, I’ll still continue to tell your fortune!”

Freya held out her hands and shook her head. “Stop!”

She lifted her face and smiled close to Kieran’s, “I see something really important, and I may be about to spill the beans!”

“What?” Kieran asked, looking at Freya with great patience.

Freya hooked her lips enigmatically at Kieran, lowered her voice, and whispered in his ear, “Handsome, I see it. You’re a man!”

Kieran was speechless.

Fabian chuckled, “Mrs. Fitzgerald, you are amazing. You can do something so hard. Mrs. Fitzgerald, why don’t you do the reading for me? Do you know if I’m a man or a woman?”

Fabian regretted saying that. Freya disliked Stephen’s ugliness in the room just now and was unwilling to do that for him. Did Mrs. Fitzgerald also dislike Stephen's ugliness? She didn’t think he was ugly too, did she?

How humiliating that would be for him!

Though...... He was used to it.

Fabian was about to say, “Forget it, Mrs. Fitzgerald, don’t do it for me,” when Freya laughed and said, “Okay, I’ll do it for you.”

Fabian was shocked. Clearly, he wasn’t ugly.

Freya was very careful to calculate, and suddenly, she wrinkled her little face in anguish, “You have a special fate.”

“Why?” Fabian asked.

Was he, in Mrs. Fitzgerald’s view, a prodigy, a once-in-a-millennium hero?!

“Very special…” Freya looked at her hands, drawling a long voice and said, “You have a strange fate. You are neither male nor female. You are destined to be extraordinary...”

Fabian almost spurted blood.

Strange fate? Neither male nor female?

Mrs. Fitzgerald might as well have said he was ugly!

Kieran rubbed Freya’s head fondly. “Yeah, that’s good.”

With Kieran’s praise, Freya looked like a child who had been given candy.

“Handsome boy, I’m pretty good, aren’t I? I’m telling you, I was always right. I’ll read your luck again. Well, this time, it’s marriage.”

Freya smiled faintly, “Don’t worry, handsome boy, for the sake of your handsome appearance, I don’t charge you money.”

“A fate match across a thousand miles is drawn by a thread…” Freya grabbed Kieran by the wrist, “I get it! You’re Romeo! A thousand years from now, you’ll meet Juliet!”

Kieran twitched the corners of his lips. The little woman was so confused when she got drunk that she didn’t even know who she was. But it was the only way she could have been so close to him.

“No, you’re not Romeo! I’m Romeo! Yes, you are Juliet! My wife!”

Freya said this and looked down at Kieran’s legs. See him wearing trousers, her little face was instantly wrinkled into a group, “Honey, why are you wearing pants? Didn’t you say you were only gonna wear dresses?”

Freya got up from Kieran’s feet and led him on, “Honey, come on, let’s change! Well, skirts look good, pants don’t... It’s not sexy!”

With that, Freya grabbed Kieran by his pants.