Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 280 Mr. Fitzgerald, Don’t Leave Me

Hearing the heavy crashing sound behind him, Fabian couldn't control a shudder.

Was this the way that Mrs. Fitzgerald was domestic violence against Fitz?

He had a good quality sports car, otherwise, if Mrs. Fitzgerald was so tough, she would have to smash

the door!

Fabian subconsciously glanced at the rear view mirror, but unfortunately the visor was up and he

couldn't see anything, otherwise he could have taken a video of Fitz being domesticated and let Christ

and the others enjoy it together.

However, whether or not he could see the battle behind him, Fabian's admiration for Freya was

ruthlessly plucked to a new height.

Who else but Mrs. Fitzgerald could have survived beating up Fitz? Even Christ couldn't do it!

Kieran also did not expect Freya to suddenly commit domestic violence against him. He was so strong

and fit that he did not feel any pain on his body after being hit like that.

But it hurt inside.

Seeing the teardrops rolling down from the corners of Freya's eyes, Kieran only felt his heart breaking

with pain.

He couldn't be bothered to settle the score with her about her saying she was going to cheat on him

earlier, as he wrapped Freya into his arms, leaned his face down and kissed her hard.

"Freya, I am not a monster, I am your Mr. Fitzgerald."

Kieran's voice was so gentle that made Freya, who was so excited, involuntarily calm down.

But she was still so aggrieved and uncomfortable in her heart, her fist pounding on Kieran's chest, she

was so breathless from the kiss. She eased up for a while before her voice choked up and she said,

"You're not Mr. Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald doesn't want me anymore ......"

Mr. Fitzgerald had died in that tragic explosion and she hadn't even had time to say goodbye to him.

"Freya, I didn't leave you."

Sensing that Freya was about to break free from his embrace, Kieran held her tighter, "Freya, as long

as I live, I will never let go of your hand."

Perhaps it was because it was so hard to find a way to let off steam, but Freya, who had always hated

crying, could not control her tears at this time.

In the dream, Mr. Fitzgerald was back to his familiar gentle appearance, probably because the monster

that was hiding inside his body had been fought away by her.

But even if the monster had been fought off by her, what was the point!

A dream was a dream, it could never last forever, and when she woke up in the morning, she would still

be alone, facing a never-ending desolation.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, will you take me with you? Don't leave me behind, it's really hard for me ......"

Freya knew that it was really selfish of her to ignore everything and go along with Kieran at will, but

without him in the world, she really had a kind of desperation that was unlivable.

When he saw Freya in tears, Kieran's heart was already aching, and now that he heard her words, his

heart ached so much that he couldn't breathe.

Once, Kieran thought he was cold-hearted but he never thought that even a cold-hearted man like him

would scratch his heart over a woman.

Kieran carefully kissed away the tears at the corners of Freya's eyes as he comforted her with the

gentlest of voices, "Freya, I won't leave you behind. Freya, I'm still here, I'm still alive ......"

The sports car had already arrived outside the villa, and finally they were able to get rid of the third

party. Kieran had Fabian go to the garage to park the car, and he directly carried Freya back to his

room.

Fabian looked at Kieran's impatient footsteps and could not help but feel gloomy.

Fitz was already living a happy life with his wife warming his bed, and poor him, he was still stuck with

his right hand.

His heart was hit with another blow.

Fabian heartily wondered if he should he buy an inflatable girlfriend from the Internet. An inflatable

girlfriend didn't sound good, but it was barely a girlfriend.

Back in the room, she gently stroke Kieran's handsome face, Freya's eyes, again, could not help but

moisten.

This dream was really so real, as if, Mr. Fitzgerald was beside her.

But no matter how real a dream was, it was only a dream.

It could be seen but not captured.

In reality, she has lost his warm embrace forever, and she could only, in this dream, had love.

Freya did not want to suppress her thoughts of Mr. Fitzgerald anymore, she reached out her hand and

wrapped it around Kieran's neck.

If only two bodies could really merge together, it would be good, and she would not be alone.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I really like you so much, don't leave me, okay?"

Hearing her troubled voice, his heart fluttered with pain as he held her hard in his arms, letting her feel

his strong heartbeat, "Freya, I won't leave you! Unless I die!"

She no longer wanted to hear this word, it was this word that prevented her from growing old with Mr.

Fitzgerald.

Freya was afraid that Kieran would say the word again and she directly blocked his lips ...... Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

The aftermath of a hangover was a headache.

When Freya woke up, it was already noon the next day. Her head was exploding with pain, and her

body hurt as if she had been beaten severely.

Freya rubbed her temples hard, and her consciousness became clearer.

Last night, obviously, was such an ordinary night, but because so much had happened, it seemed like a

lifetime.

Freya was lying on her bed, trying to remember everything that had happened last night.

Last night she was drunk and she violently beat up Alisha.

Alisha was also beaten up by Erika and her besties, and a series of stories about Alisha appeared on

the internet, so she guessed Alisha was completely unable to turn over a new leaf.

Later, Seth took her away from the Blues and she, it seemed had a very warm and fuzzy dream that

she dreamed of Mr. Fitzgerald.

In the dream, Mr. Fitzgerald was dominant and gentle, and also had sex with her.

It was a dream, but why did her body hurt so much now?

Freya lowered her head and almost screamed when she saw the bruises and marks all over her body.

What the hell were these marks on her body?

Could it be that last night was not a dream, but real?

Mr. Fitzgerald was dead, the person she had sex with last night couldn't have been Mr. Fitzgerald!

Who, exactly, did she have sex with?