Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 225

Upon hearing Kieran's words, the driver’s foot shuddered and he almost slammed the accelerator to the end.

Luckily he was a skilled driver and was able to keep the car running smoothly.

But the driver's heart could not remain steady.

Hilarious!

How dare you call yourself ugly with that face, Mr. Fitzgerald's?

If he was considered ugly, what others look like?

The driver silently recalled how he looked.

Should he go home and ask his wife for some pocket money to get a facelift in Korea?

Seeing that Freya just stared at him blankly and did not say anything, Kieran thought that Freya did not hear clearly what he had asked, he asked again with a dark and sullen face, "Freya, do I look ugly?"

"What?"

Only after hearing Kieran's words did Freya come back from her daze, she subconsciously nodded her head, and after nodding, she realised that her actions seemed a bit wrong and tried to shake her head.

But before she could shake her head, she met Kieran's eyes that became deeper and deeper, more and more sorrowful.

Freya really did think he was ugly!

Freya's brain was still in a state of high shock.

How could Mr. Fitzgerald think he was ugly?

Mr. Fitzgerald was so handsome, what made him think he was ugly?

The aura on Kieran's body was already condensed, and after Freya nodded, a few more dark aura was added to Kieran's body.

Most of his face, shrouded in darkness, carried a meaningful ghostly light in his eyes, and after a long, long time, he spoke to Freya in waves, "I know."

What did he know?

Freya was almost frantic, he didn't think she thought he was ugly too, did he?

This was definitely a big misunderstanding!

Originally, she had wanted to play losing temper with Kieran tonight and show off her authority as a girlfriend, but when she saw Kieran's gloomy appearance, all the persistence she had in her heart collapsed.

It didn't matter what kind of temper or girlfriend authority, as long as Mr. Fitzgerald was happy.

Freya secretly sighed in her heart, she reached out her hand and curtly wrapped her arms around Kieran's neck, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you really misunderstood, you're not ugly, you really don't look ugly at all!"

Was she comforting him?

Kieran coldly turned his face away, ignoring the deliberate ingratiation of a certain woman.

When Freya saw that Kieran was still having a hard time, her heart became softer. She directly lifted her face and took the initiative to kiss his lips, telling him with this passionate kiss that she really didn't mind him being ugly.

Being kissed by Freya, Kieran's dark, handsome face instantly brightened up, and there was starlight in those dark eyes.

Freya's heart trembled softly, as if, for the rest of her life, she would sink into his fiery kiss.

When the man got a bit, he wanted more.

Although the car had a fender, there was a driver after all, and Kieran didn't want to toss Freya around too much in the car.

As soon as he got out of the car, Kieran carried Freya and walked quickly towards his bedroom.

Only after being carried by him to the bedroom did Freya notice, as an afterthought, that she had now been taken by him to Kelsington Bay.

There was a sense, by mistake, of entering a wolf's den.

Could she now ask to go back to Swedayle Garden?

The answer was clearly no.

She was completely defenseless in front of Mr. Fitzgerald, and she couldn't last more than three seconds in any kind of anger or disagreement.

It seemed that, for the rest of her life, she would not be able to be any kind of savage girlfriend.

When he was in the car, Kieran couldn't stand it.

Freya also felt Kieran's patience, and seeing his forehead oozing with beads of sweat, Freya felt intolerant and almost said something like she wanted to take the initiative to help him.

But when she thought that he had beaten her up in the car this evening, she was tempted to take revenge.

"Still angry?"

A low, husky voice rang in Freya's ears, and Freya arrogantly turned her face to the side, ignoring him.

"Freya, I was wrong."

"What?"

Freya did not expect that a man as proud as Kieran would take the initiative to admit his mistake to her, and for a moment she did not know how to react.

The moment she drifted off, she heard Kieran whisper again, "Freya, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been mean to you tonight. It's just ...... just the thought of that money boy trying to feed you a drink like that makes me sour inside."

"Freya, I'm jealous ......"

Freya's heart fluttered softly, and her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, trembled gently.

She was plPenny to be more temperamental with him, but such a nice Mr. Fitzgerald, how could she be angry?

Freya blushed, well, help him.

Afterwards, Freya covered her face and was ashamed to see anyone.

How come after being with Mr. Fitzgerald, she was living this shameless life.

Kiki was tied back to his house by Christ.

Although there was no rope on her body, it seemed to Kiki that she was tied back by Christ.

On the way, he held her hands and feet by force, like a bandit, it was kidnapping!

As soon as she was thrown onto the bed by Christ, Kiki nimbly got up from the bed, wanting to get as far away from Christ as possible.

What happened that night was a teeth gnashing accident for her, something so disgusting that she never wanted to experience it again.

What was more, it was the anniversary of her child's death.

The thought of the cold iron pincers, ruthlessly penetrating her body, crushing and brutally killing her child, made her want to kill Christ by a thousand cuts.

He was her mortal enemy and her body, even if she fed it to the dogs, could not leave the mark of this heartless man again!

"Kiki, you're so fucking dirty! First Dylan and now that disgusting money boy, you're really addicted to being an asshole!"

Kiki couldn't exert any force in her hands, and she didn't push Christ away, she just looked at him and smiled coldly with a misanthropic pallor, "Christ, do you know what day it is today?"