My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Josiah knew that Emily didn’t want to be bothered by him.

But he loved her so much. Even if he thought she had betrayed their love, he still could not hold back his feelings for her.

Now that he knew the truth, he would spread his wings to shelter her under from now on.

"Emily, don't be angry with me, okay? I'm terribly sorry. As long as you are willing to forgive me, I'll do whatever you askto." "Emily, I'm sorry. I'm despicable. I've done so many things to hurt you. I'm filthy brute. Please givea chance to correct myself, okay?" Emily's eyes brimmed with tears.

When she made Josiah angry, Josiah would never forgive her no matter how she explained. However, after being hurt by Josiah many times, she could still easily forgive him with a simple apology and desire to throw herself into his arms. To think of it, she could tear herself into little bits.

But now, his apology didn’t work anymore.

He already had another sweetheart. It was not worth to sharing a man with another woman.

She opened her mouth, but still could not make a clear sound.

She wanted to find her cell phone and use it to type to tell Josiah to get away. But after fumbling around, she remembered that her cell phone, had been thrown away by Khalid.

Josiah could see her intention. He hurriedly handed her his phone, "Emily, you want to type, don't you? Use my phone! I'm all ears!" "Mr. Stahler, please go back. | want to be alone." Seeing Emily type "Mr. Stahler", Josiah felt more painful. It was his fault. He had told her not to call him Josiah as she didn’t deserve it.

He was a bastard! Staring at the phone screen for a few words, Josiah did not know what to reply.

Freya was also afraid that if he stayed here, it would affect Emily's mood and her recovery. Thus, she hurriedly pushed the depressed Josiah to the side.

"Josiah, go outside. Emily needs a good rest." Seeing Khalid still frozen inside the room, Freya coolly signaled to Kieran who was standing aside. Then he showed Khalid the door directly as a way of showing his loyalty to his wife.

"Emily, we'll go out. Take a good rest. | won't let them cin and disturb you again." Freya gently closed the door of the ward for Emily. As soon as she left the room, Kieran gently encircled her in his arms.

"Freya, don't be sad. Everything will be okay." Freya was indeed a bit sad. She had wanted to find an arm to lean on. Even so, she still stubbornly struggled out of his arms as she was still angry with Kieran.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s none of your business! And you don't need to callFreya. Just callshameless ugly bitch!" Kieran was speechless. How could he curse his wife shameless ugly bitch. It would be like risking his neck! Kieran wanted to hug Freya again. But he was afraid that he might accidentally make her angry again. He also dared not act rashly. He could only silently follow her and be a dutiful follower.

Freya did not stay in the hospital. She wanted to create a chance for Josiah and Emily to spend stalone.

After leaving a few words to Josiah, she returned to her small clinic.

She had to hurry up and try to prepare smedicine to help Emily survive.

This tKieran didn’t follow her. He just received an important phone call, about something in the city nearby needing his help. He called Bradley and departed together.

It was a relief that Kieran stopped following her, and yet a disturbance to her as if something had left her heart empty.

Sometimes, people are strange. Being followed all the tgives you an irritation. But if the one stops following you, you will feel a sense of loss.

Freya thought that Kieran would stay in the city for a few days. However, when she just finished her dinner, his voice reached her ear.

"Freya, I'm sorry!" "Freya, could you please forgive me?!" The door of the small clinic had been closed by Freya from inside, and she did not want to open the door for him.

She opened the window, only to see him standing in front of the door holding a large bouquet of roses.

"Freya, I'm serious. If you're still mad at me, just break my legs! Freya, please forgive me. I'll do anything as you please!" Freya's heart gently trembled. Even so, she still closed the window ruthlessly.

Kieran had searched online for how to make an apology to girlfriend and did as netizens suggested.

The best way to get a woman's forgiveness was to stand in front of her house with a big handful of roses, preferably in a downpour. It would be a perfect plus.

Kieran took out his phone and saw that the weather forecast for tonight was no rain.

Okay, no worries. He could make one.

He dialed Bradley's number and in a few moments, Bradley answered the phone call. Bradley asked cheerfully, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how is it going?” "I'll send you the location. Arrange an artificial rainfall for me." After saying this, Kieran directly hung up the phone.

Bradley was dumbfounded. An artificial rainfall? What new tricks was he trying to play this time? Although he did not understand what exactly Kieran was trying to do. But since Kieran asked, he could only obey.

He received the location sent by Kieran and arranged a perfect artificial rainfall.

Initially, the rain was just drizzling down. Soon, it was pouring down.

The rain fell so heavily that it easily caught Freya's attention.

Listening to the increasingly loud sounds outside, Freya couldn't help feeling worried.

Would the fool still be holding the flowers in the rain? At the thought of this, she hurried to open the window and see that Kieran was still standing in the rain with the bouquet of roses in his arms.

It was cold in early spring. Even if Kieran had a stronger constitution than ordinary people did. He might fall ill in such a cold raining night.

Soon, he was freezing with goose bumps.

However, because of the high motivation in his heart, he did not feel any physical discomfort. When he saw that Freya had opened the window, he becmore energetic, "Freya, I'm sorry! Freya, | love you!" "Freya, forgive me, okay?" If other people did this kind of thing, Freya would have thought them foolish.

But Kieran had this powerful and noble aura. Even though he was soaked through, holding a handful of roses beaten by the rain, he looked like a deity who cin the wind and rain, fascinating yet unattainable.

The cold raindrops made his short hair wet, blurred his eyes. Freya couldn't help feeling touched.

She could no longer control the surging emotions suppressed in her heart. She fiercely closed the window and wanted to open the door and rush out, jumping into her arms.

But, before she opened the door, her cell phone suddenly rang.