Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 281

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Freya hurriedly pulled the covers over and buried her body in them.

It was the room of Mr. Fitzgerald in Kelsington Bay, and she must have had sex with that man here.

Thinking of her having sex with another man in the big bed she and Mr. Fitzgerald had slept in together, Freya could not wait to stab herself to death.

She was really not worthy of Mr. Fitzgerald anymore, and even if she died, she would not have the guts to face him.

Freya pressed her face against the bed, she wanted to cry but did not want to be seen through her vulnerability by the man who had sex with her.

She could only, biting her lip hard, sob silently.

Kieran, who pushed the door in, didn't understand why Freya had wrapped herself into a chrysalis. He put down the phone in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and gently patted Freya.

Before he could say anything, Freya yelled out excitedly, "Get out! Get the hell out of here!"

Kieran frowned, shouldn't she be overjoyed to see him alive and well? How could she be so angry and tell him to get out?

Only, he hadn't even finished shouting her name when Freya grasped the pillow on the bed in a rage and smashed it fiercely at Kieran's body.

"I said, get the hell out of here! Get out! If you don't get out, I'll kill you!"

Freya gritted her teeth in hatred, she didn't want to see this man who had taken advantage of the situation and she didn't want to know who he was!

She hated the man, but she hated herself even more.

Freya did not want to shed tears, but her shoulders still could not control the trembling, Kieran pressed Freya's shoulders, "Freya, I will not get out."

"Don't touch me! Don't you touch me! You disgusting! Who told you to touch me!"

After Freya had shouted this, she suddenly felt that the man's voice coming from above her head was somewhat familiar.

Why did this voice sound like Mr. Fitzgerald's voice?

Freya shook her head vigorously, when she thought of Mr. Fitzgerald, the strength she tried to pretend to be, all collapsed.

Her tears, snapping, how could it be Mr. Fitzgerald! Mr. Fitzgerald died in a foreign country!

"Don't touch me!"

Freya's voice was hoarse, "And don't appear in front of me again, or else one of us must die!"

She closed her eyes heavily and opened them again slowly, only, her head was covered with the blanket, her world was dark no matter how wide her eyes were open.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm sorry ......"

Freya covered her mouth to keep from crying too loudly, "I'm sorry, last night, I mistook someone else for you and I had......"

Freya felt that last night, she wasn't really being raped because she treated last night as a dream and she took the initiative.

Thinking that she had taken the initiative to throw herself at another man, Freya didn't even have the face to confess to Mr. Fitzgerald.

She didn't want to face herself, she didn't want to face the world without Mr. Fitzgerald, she thought to herself, why don't she just stay under the blanket and smother herself to death.

Kieran thought that Freya was so mean to him just now because she was angry with him for not telling her the truth that he was still alive and for making it so hard for her for so long.

He hadn't expected her to feel so badly, not because of that, but because, she thought, last night, the person she had sex with was someone else.

Feeling helpless and amused, Kieran pulled the covers off Freya's body with force and pulled her into his arms with one hand.

"Freya, it's me."

How dare that bastard take advantage of her!

Being hugged by Kieran, Freya's first reaction was to punch him hard.

But before her clenched fist could slam into him, she heard his voice again.

She wasn't hallucinating, it really was Mr. Fitzgerald's voice!

Kieran's voice continued, "Freya, last night, it wasn't anyone else. I'm back!"

Freya jerked her face up, and close at hand was indeed the handsome face that made her heart ache with the thought of it.

She gazed dazedly at Kieran's face, and suddenly, she pinched herself hard on the leg.

Her pinch was so hard that it hurt so much that she almost jumped up from Kieran's lap.

It was not a dream! Mr. Fitzgerald was really back!

Freya could not describe how she felt at that moment, she wanted to cry, she also wanted to laugh, and she also wanted to hug Mr. Fitzgerald hard.

But in the end, she couldn't do any of these things. She was as fixed, staring at Mr. Fitzgerald like a fool, unable to take her eyes off him.

It was as if a century had passed before Freya returned to her soul, and she said to Kieran as if she were dreaming, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you're back!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, since you're still alive, why didn't you tell me! I couldn't get through to you on the phone, I couldn't get through to Fabian on the phone, I called Bradley and someone said he was dead!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you're still alive, why don't you want to tell me! Is it so hard to make a phone call to tell me?!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you lied to me! You lied to me!"

"Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to think you're dead!"

"Freya!" Kieran hugged Freya hard, holding her with all his strength. He knew that she would feel that he had not trusted her enough and she would be angry when she found out that he had hidden the truth from her.

But at the time, the lives of so many people depended on him, and there was no room for the slightest risk.

It was not that he didn't trust his girl, it was just that Mike was too cunning and he was afraid that if she knew too much, she would get hurt instead!

Kieran was just about to explain to Freya properly when, to his surprise, Freya pressed her head firmly against his chest.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, as long as you can come back, even if you lied to me, I'm still happy."

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I know, you must have your reasons for not telling me, I understand."

Kieran's chest, warm and soft as melting cream, his beloved girl was always so understanding that he could not help but love her.

However, his woman didn't need to know much. As long as she was happy, she could be spiteful and unreasonable.

Even if she was in a bad mood and stirred up the world, he backed her up.

Some love expressed in words was too pale and feeble, deep fondness only needed a fierce kiss.

Kieran and Freya were kissing each other when Freya's mobile phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from Maximus. Freya frowned and picked up the phone anyway.

In Maximus's voice, there was a certainty of certainty, "Freya, do you want to know who killed your mother?"