My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Freya was about to close the door, and he walked in with a straight face.

She didn't expect him to really follow her in.

She took the book that was placed on the bed, "Mr. Fitzgerald, it's getting late, and | need to rest.You're living in here?!" Freya nodded gently, when Seth asked her such words, she actually did not feel too much, but when Kieran asked her, her eyes, indisputably, began to be wet again.

Kieran, you did not want me and | can only live in a place like this because | had a home but cannot return When he saw the redness in Freya's eyes, Kieran's heart burned with pain. He was just asking her a question.

Why did this ugly cry! "Mr. Fitzgerald, how are you doing these days? "Very well!" Kieran was lost in thought as he stared at the book in Freya's hand. Her handwriting was still somewhat similar to Freya's.

"That's good." Freya lowered her eyelids despondently, and she hoped he was doing well, but was torn between not wanting him to do too well.

The fact that he was doing well proved that he and Regina were getting along harmoniously and that they were in love.

"How is Mrs. Fitzgerald doing these days?" Lest he misunderstood, Freya added, "Mrs. Fitzgerald has treated me before, and I'm just concerned about her." "She's fine!" Kieran stared coldly at Freya, "As long as you don't impersonate her again, she'll be better!" "In the future, if | know that you dare to impersonate Freya again, | will make you pay the price!" Freya turned her face away and did not want showing her embarrassed face in the front of him. She felt that her mood tonight was like a roller coaster. When he treated her well, she was ecstatic, and when he treated her badly, she was full of wretchedness.

"Don't worry, | won't pretend Mrs. Fitzgerald again. As | said, | was just fooling around when I did that before." Freya put the pen and paper aside, and her heart tired, not wanting to continue communicating with Kieran.

It was late at night, and she thought he should go back, but he had no intention of leaving, and not only that, he sat on her cot without ceremony.

The two of them looked at each other and were speechless for a while. Freya was sad in her heart, for that the two people who had once loved each other so much were now together, but had nothing to say.

As she was lost in her own thoughts, Dolly's stammering voice suddenly rang out at the door.

"Dummy, | heard that you ran into that bastard Archer down there, didn't you! Did he bully you?" Just now Kieran had come in without closing the door, and as Dolly gently pushed the door to the room, she walked in.

When she saw Kieran sitting next to Freya's bed, Dolly was directly dumbfounded.

She pointed at Kieran incredulously, "Dummy, is he Mr. Fitzgerald? Where did you get such a big statue of Mr.

Fitzgerald? It looks so realistic!" Dolly was just about to worship the statue up close when he noticed Kieran's eyelashes moved.

Dolly, who was already dumb, became even dumber all of a sudden, "This seems to be a live man!" "Holy shit! Dummy, how come Mr. Fitzgerald is in your room? What is your relationship?!" Thinking of what happened at the reception, Dolly instantly lost her mind to gossip, and she looked at Freya with incomparable worry, "Dummy, Mr. Fitzgerald wouldn't be coming over to collect a debt, right? Is there something wrong with Mrs. Fitzgerald 's diamond ring?" Dolly was afraid that Freya would be bullied by Kieran if she couldn't pay back the money. She suppressed her awe of him and spoke tremblingly, "Mr. Fitzgerald, please don't bully Dummy, okay? Dummy certainly didn't mean to throw Mrs. Fitzgerald 's diamond ring!" "She has no relatives, and she had already pitiful enough, please forgive her this time!" "Did | bully you?" Kieran's eyes were locked on Freya's face, cloudy and unpredictable.

Dolly's heart thumped. If Mr. Fitzgerald said that, would Dummy dare to say that she had been bullied! He was simply bullying the good people with his power! Dolly's face was full of smiles, "Mr. Fitzgerald, you are generous, how could you bully Dummy! Mr. Fitzgerald, don't bother with Dummy again, okay?" Kieran was already unhappy tonight, and now that he was being defended as a bully. He was even more stifled in his heart.

He said coldly, "She dreams!" Getting up, he walked outside the room.

Dolly's legs went weak and she almost fell to the ground.

Mr. Fitzgerald was not going to spare Dummy? Then how would he torture Dummy? Would he cut her into pieces or throw her into the sea to feed the fish? Dolly wanted to go after him and continue to plead for Freya, but she was afraid that if she didn't say the right thing, she would harm Freya even more, so she planned to comfort Freya first.

"Dummy, don't feel bad, Mr. Fitzgerald is probably just scaring us. How could he really bother with people like us! Dummy, don't worry, everything will be fine!" Although Dolly misunderstood Kieran's meaning, being so comforted by her, Freya was still warm inside.

She gently patted Dolly's hand, gesturing for her not to worry.

Dolly sighed heavily, "Dummy, how could you be so unlucky as to offend Mr. Fitzgerald! Although he's a good- looking man, he's notoriously ruthless, and there's no telling how he'll torture you later!" "Also, you shouldn't have offended Mrs. Fitzgerald. Why did she deliberately make things difficult for you at the cocktail party?" Dolly would not believe even if Freya answered. So she simply didn't answer.

She took the book and wrote down in one stroke, "Dolly, I'm fine. It's getting late, you should go back to rest early." Dolly was still uneasy about Freya, but thinking that there were some things she could not dominate, she sighed heavily and went back to her room.

After Kieran's fuss last night, Freya lost some sleep.

Early the next morning, she went to the construction site with two heavy dark circles under her eyes.

If it was in the past, she would have been scary with two heavy black circles under her eyes, but now her face was so ugly that no one noticed whether she had black circles or not.

Freya's left hand was getting more and more flexible and she was moving bricks more and more quickly, so she planned to talk to her boss today about giving her a higher pay.

After all, she was working hard, and it was really too little to pay her 80 a day only.

In fact, she didn't ask for too much, and she didn't need to be paid the same amount as the other workers. She would be satisfied if she was paid 100 or 120 a day.

She put on her gloves and before she could go to the boss, she heard about a big event from the mouths of her fellow workers.