Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 222

Freya's heart thudded, she hadn't even drunk yet, how could she be hallucinating already?

She just now seemed to have heard Mr. Fitzgerald's voice.

Freya subconsciously turned around and did not see Kieran, she felt that she must have really been hallucinating.

Mr. Fitzgerald was so intimidating that when she did something unruly, she felt timid.

"Miss, have a glass of wine!"

That young man was smiling with a sunny face, dazzling.

Freya felt that, in all walks of life, it was not easy to make a living.

Not wanting to frustrate the young man's motivation to receive customers, she decided to be more polite when she refused him.

Freya put down the glass in her hand, "Sorry, I can't drink."

Freya meant it, she really could not drink. The last time she was drunk, she did something bad, she still had the heart palpitations, and she didn’t want it to happen again.

Hearing Freya say that, that young man was directly amused, "How can anyone really not know how to drink! Miss, you don't like to drink like this, do you?"

Freya glanced at the glass in front of her and she gave a slight nod.

It was true that she didn't like to drink like this, and it was for sure that she would get drunk with such a big glass!

Seeing Freya nod, that young man smiled more brightly, he threw a wink at Freya, his handsome face demonic and charming.

"Miss, since you don't like to drink it that way, we'll drink it in another way."

Saying that, that young man took a sip of wine and his lips, which were coated with light lipstick, went towards Freya's lips.

Freya knew that in this club, many rich women come to have fun and like young boys to feed them drinks like this.

For a man and woman who have a good feeling for each other, drinking like this could be considered romantic, but the problem was, Freya had no good feeling for this young man!

She didn't want him to feed her a drink!

If it had been Mr. Fitzgerald who had fed her a drink like that, she might have considered it.

Because Mr. Fitzgerald was so handsome!

Freya covered her face, why was her mind getting more and more impure!

That young man reached out to put his arm around Freya's neck. Kiki had already been drunk, hugging that young man next to her and laughing and singing, not even noticing what was going on with Freya.

Seeing this young man's lips getting closer and closer to hers, Freya subconsciously tried to cover his mouth.

Before she could reach out her hand, her body was violently lifted up.

"Freya, you've really capable!"

Kieran's voice, as cold as the top of a snowy mountain, rang out in Freya's ears, and Freya jolted. So it was not her hallucinating.

That young man had been in the circle for many years and was the best of the best, how could he not recognise Kieran!

He hurriedly swallowed the wine in his mouth and smiled at Kieran, "Mr. Fitzgerald ......"

But Kieran didn't even look at the young man and directly carried Freya on his shoulders like a sack.

"Freya, you've really impressed me today!"

Kieran's voice was not loud, but the intangible power and anger that emanated from it made Freya tremble in fear.

Freya knew in her heart that this time Kieran was really angry, although he had just said, Freya, you really impressed me today, she heard a lot of completely different meanings.

For example, Freya, you're finished.

Freya, I will teach you a lesson!

Freya, I'll make you cry!

Freya, I'll break your legs!

............

Freya wanted to cry, she was just having a drink with Kiki, how come she ran into Mr. Fitzgerald?

She really didn't want to have anything to do with the young man today, she just wanted to have a chat with him.

As an afterthought, Kiki also noticed that Freya had disappeared. Kiki let go of the young man next to her and waved her arms in confusion, "Freya? Where are you, Freya? We agreed to get drunk tonight, if you dare to run away, I'll ignore you!"

"Miss, I won’t ignore you! Tonight, we get drunk!"

The customers that the young man usually met were all old and rich women, and it was rare for him to meet such a beautiful woman like Kiki. He approached Kiki's body and clutched her hand, intending to kiss her deeply.

However, before this deep kiss from him could fall, Kiki's body was violently lifted up.

The face of Christ was overwhelmed with rage, "Kiki, you're out looking for a money boy for fun now, huh? You've really something!"

Christ rudely picked Kiki up in his arms, ignoring the astonished looks of the people in the clubhouse, and with a black face, he carried Kiki outside.

Freya did not feel comfortable leaving Kiki alone, and she wanted to struggle off Kieran's shoulders to check on Kiki's condition.

Before she managed to break away from Kieran's grip, she saw that Kiki was unceremoniously yanked into the arms of Christ.

Seeing Christ, Freya became even more worried.

She knew that Kiki had a sense of proportion, and even if she was drunk, she would not really do something irrevocably absurd with these two young men.

But Christ was different.

Christ had brought Kiki nothing but harm from the very beginning, and tonight, he would definitely bully Kiki!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, put me down!"

This evening was too special, and Freya was afraid that Kiki was really being bullied by Christ. She stomped around, resentful that Kieran had restricted her personal freedom.

"What, put you down so you can drink with him, or he can feed you a drink?!"

Kieran's handsome face had darkened. This evening, he and Christ came over for business and did not expect to see Freya ordered service, that man also had to feed her drinks in that way.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I didn't ......" Freya was timid that her voice was so small that she couldn't hear herself.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, put me down, I really have something to do!" Freya searched around for Kiki's figure, and in the blink of an eye, Christ had already disappeared outside the door with Kiki in his arms.

She couldn't snatch Kiki back.

Kieran completely ignored Freya's request, he directly put Freya into the back seat, and then, his two thin lips covered down.

There was a majestic anger in his voice, "Freya, in your heart, what am I?!"