My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Chapter 648 Mr. Fitzgerald’s Twisted Heart

When Freya asked him, Bradley couldn't just ignore it, but he really didn't have the guts to tell Freya that the person who kissed him was his boss!

Bradley wanted to cry, in order to not offend to offend the two, he could only speak, "I ...... I do not know."

"You don't know?!"

Freya was directly stunned, "You were kissed and you didn't even know who he was?!"

"Miss Stahler, just don't ask, I really don't know."

Bradley really wanted to cry, he knew in his heart that his boss was very image conscious in front of Freya, if he dared to tell Freya the truth, his boss would still abuse him to death!

"I got it!"

Hearing Freya's voice, Bradley's heart instantly lifted, how did she know again?

What did she know?

Kieran's eyes, too, fell on Freya's face, and his throat suddenly tickled a little, so he couldn't help but cough a few times.

That kiss incident was a psychological shadow on Bradley, and why not on him!

He still recoils when he thinks about it.

He felt sick to his stomach, and if Freya found out, she'd dislike him!

"Miss Stahler, what do you know?" Bradley asked.

"I know who kissed you!"

Hearing Freya's words, Bradley almost knocked the steering wheel out of his hand. Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Feeling Kieran's sharp gaze landing on the back of his head, Bradley decided to ask further.

Even if Freya guessed that his boss had kissed him, for the sake of his boss's manly dignity, he would have to deny it!

"Who ...... who?"

"A man who is strangely ugly!" Freya said with unparalleled certainty, "You don't even want to mention him, he must be ugly!"

"Yeah, he's not only ugly, he's psychologically twisted! Well, he must have a serious mental defect!"

"Bradley, you poor thing, you've been kissed by a psychologically twisted psychopath!"

Bradley winced, he too felt sorry for himself, tomorrow, most likely this psychologically twisted psychopath would beat him to death!

After sympathizing with Bradley, Freya turned to Kieran for empathy, "Brother, why do you think some people are so twisted? Bradley is so pathetic!"

The corners of Kieran's lips twitched. Psychological twist?

Well, tonight he'll show her what it means to be psychologically twisted!

Bradley was trembling all the way, afraid that after Freya had said that he was so pitiful, Kieran would also say in a meaningful way that, well, he was indeed so pitiful.

That would make him really miserable tomorrow!

Luckily, his boss didn't say that, so did that prove that he didn't have to have his leg broken?

Fearing that Freya would discuss any more kiss discussions, after sending her and Kieran back to Kelsington Bay, Bradley rushed outside as if to escape.

In fact, Freya doesn't have much energy to discuss any kiss with Bradley now.

She had a weak stomach, she couldn't eat all day today, and after drinking so much wine in the evening, she had such a pain in her stomach after telling Bradley's fortune that she didn't even have the strength to speak.

The more her stomach hurt, the clearer her mind, the clearer she remembered that this morning, Mr. Fitzgerald had forced her to take that kind of medicine, and she also remembered clearly that in his heart, she was lower than a prostitute.

Originally, most of Freya's body was still snuggled up to Kieran, and after her mind gradually became clearer, she wanted to keep some distance from his body.

She moved her body away from him and flopped down on the other side of the window, staring out at the traffic outside the car.

It was hard for her.

Recently, she has been pleasing Mr. Fitzgerald, and coaxing him, in fact, she also wants someone to coax her.

Kieran didn't notice Freya's difference, she had suddenly become so quiet, he thought it was because she was sleepy from the alcohol again.

The relationship between them now was not much better. If she did not take the initiative to lean on him, he naturally would not take the initiative to approach her.

Kieran thought that, being so staggeringly drunk, she would take the initiative to let him carry her when she got off the car.

Surprisingly, she got out of the car by herself and didn't even bother to walk over to take his hand.

Was he going to take her hand?

He doesn't have that kind of time!

Kieran deliberately slowed down his steps, and after several steps, she still had no intention to approach him, so he simply did not bother to wait for her, his long straight legs took a step, and in the blink of an eye he had disappeared in front of Freya.

Freya's stomach ached more and more, and cold sweat broke out on her forehead. Looking at the star- studded night sky, she couldn't help but remember that once upon a time, it was also a starry night, amidst a shower of rose petals, when he got down on one knee and proposed to her reverently.

He said that he would be good to her for the rest of his life.

He was also the one who said, "Freya, you are lowlier than a prostitute.”

Obviously, still the one who once loved her the most, how come now he makes her hurt so much!

Freya was suddenly angry that he had forgotten her, that he had made her hurt so much.

If it was in normal times, she would not have been angry with Kieran, but when she was drunk, she was extraordinarily stubborn and she just did not want to care about him.

Freya knew that he must have gone back to his room by now, and she didn't want to go to his room to look for him, so she plopped down on the sofa in the living room, intending to sleep through the night.

In fact, after tossing and turning most of the night, she was really a bit sleepy, only, her stomach ached too much for her to sleep.

Freya curled up on the sofa, clutching her stomach hard to ease the pain, but no matter how hard she clutched her stomach, the pain continued unabated.

Freya was in so much pain that she wanted to cry.

Mr. Fitzgerald would not have spared her such pain.

But now with he would deliberately make her hurt.

When Kieran returned to his room, he saw that Freya was late in coming up and he couldn't help but be a little worried.

He lit a cigarette irritably, crushed it out, and walked briskly downstairs.

When he came downstairs, he saw Freya lying on the sofa, her two shoulders twitching, looking so pitiful.

She was crying.

Kieran's mind became even more annoyed.

He was so annoyed that he wanted to crush her shoulders.

"Freya, if you cry again, believe it or not I'll break your legs!"

Freya was already having a hard time, and when Kieran's words were so cold, she felt even harder inside, and her shoulders shook more.

Kieran cursed lowly in frustration and walked quickly to the sofa, he lifted Freya's chin as he tried to tell her to stop crying.

Before he could say these words, he suddenly noticed that Freya's lips with obvious redness and swelling.

"Freya, what did you do with Jacob?! You kissed, didn't you!"