Twins and Ex-wife

Honey?

Fabian's body shook in shock. He turned the steering wheel and almost drove the sports car into a ditch.

Was Kieran being molested by Mrs. Fitzgerald?

In all his years, Fabian had never seen Kieran molested by a woman. He really wanted to laugh, but he knew that if he did, someone would beat him into tears. So he finally stifled the laughter, which made his stomach ache.

"Come on, Honey, let's wear a dress! A dress!

In his rearview mirror, Fabian could see exactly what was going on behind him. Just as he was about to enjoy the beautiful scene of Kieran being bullied by Freya, he caught Kieran's quiet stare in his rearview mirror.

It was a warning look to him.

Fabian gave a dry laugh. "Kieran, I didn't see anything! No, I didn't see you being molested by Mrs. Fitzgerald, and I didn't hear anything!"

With that, Fabian raised the shield, completely separating himself from the two men in the back seat.

"Freya, stop it!"

Kieran held Freya's little hand. She was not conscious...

As much as Kieran wanted to take advantage of her, his sanity told him that he must do nothing tonight if he didn't want Freya to hate him to death. "I didn't do anything!"

Freya retorted unhappily, "It's none of your business that I dress my honey, just fuck off!"

Kieran's handsome face went black. "No dirty words!"

Freya hardly ever said dirty words. Only when she was under the influence of alcohol would she make uncivilized remarks.

Freya was usually afraid of Kieran, but when she got drunk she was not afraid of anything.

She slapped Kieran's large hand away from her wrist, "Are you out of your mind, old man? I'm flirting with my honey, mind your own business!" Freya tugged at Kieran's collar. "Get out of here! Don't keep me from cuddling with my honey!"

With those words, Freya shrank and snuggled into Kieran's arms.

Kieran was speechless. Did this little woman just call him old man?

Was he that old?

They finally made it to Freya's neighborhood, where Kieran almost carried Freya upstairs.

Jaden and Jayla had been put to sleep by Kiki. Kieran carried Freya straight to her room.

Freya sprawled out on the soft bed. She grabbed the pillow beside her and hugged it tightly into her arms.

"Honey, let's sleep together... and have a baby..."

Kieran reached out and tried to help Freya change out of her evening dress. The dress was so tight that it must be very uncomfortable to sleep in.

Before his hand touched Freya's body, she slapped him away.

Her eyes were wide open and she hugged the pillow in her arms, looking defensively at Kieran, "Who kind of devil are you? I'm telling you, my honey belongs to me. You can't take her away from me!" Freya pressed her face against the pillow and closed her eyes, looking intoxicated.

Kieran's hand fell stiffly in midair. A moment ago she was clinging to him, calling him honey, and now she thought he was the devil for a pillow. Why did he feel like he was out of favor?

Kieran knew it was childish to argue with a pillow, but he just couldn't accept that he was less than a pillow in Freya's eyes.

Kieran frowned slightly, reached out and snatched the pillow from Freya's hand.

"Honey! Where have you been? I'll save you!"

Freya got out of bed and jumped on top of Kieran.

Kieran thought he'd taken her pillow, so she'd throw a fit. But the next second, she was like a kitten arching into his arms.

"Honey, you've changed again! Darling, how naughty you are!"

"Come on, honey, give me a kiss..."

Freya lifted her face, pouted her little lips and pressed them to Kieran's lips.

Kieran knew Freya was willing to kiss him because she was drunk, and he shouldn't have taken advantage of that. But seeing her attractive lips, he bent down and kissed them.

Kiss!

She was his wife. It would be a waste if he didn't kiss her.

"Honey, you're not reserved..." Freya held Kieran's neck a little tighter, "But I like it!"

But I liked it!

Kieran felt the softest corner of his heart move inexorably. His voice was deep and husky, with a timeless charm, "Freya, what do you like? Do you like me or do you like me to kiss you?" "I like..."

"I like my honey..."

Kieran's heart rippled with joy. His heart was so soft and he wanted to give it all to her.

He would give her his life.

He glared at her with his bright eyes, "Freya, what did you say? Who do you say you like?"

Freya opened her enchanted eyes, "I said, I like my honey, and I like her to wear a dress! What's the matter?"

A deep sense of loss swept Kieran's heart. Turned out she just liked him in dresses, not him.

Kieran's eyes sank. "Freya, you can only like me!"

"Okay, I only like you, honey!"

Freya hooked her hands and smiled like a goblin. “Honey, you look good in a dress. Actually, you look better when you're naked."

He couldn't bear it no longer, "Freya, you started the fire! You put it out!"

"Okay! I'll do it!" Freya curled her lips foolishly, tilted her head and fell asleep.

Frustration filled Kieran's heart. Did this little woman just fall asleep irresponsibly?

Kieran wanted to punch this irresponsible woman. After struggling for a moment, he resigned himself to tucking her in and running to the bathroom alone for a cold shower.

As soon as Kieran got out of the cold shower, his cell phone rang alarmingly. He was afraid that it would disturb Frey, so he picked it up at once.

"What?"

"Stay back! Kieran, help me! Please, help me! Save me..."☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐

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