My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

"Cealan, I'm not wrong, I ......" "Helen, you are still unrepentant!" Caelan didn't give Helen any chance to defend herself, he ordered coldly to the few assassins guarding the outside, "Put her in the dungeon!" "The dungeon?!" Helen's lips quivered as she stared at Caelan incredulously, obviously, no matter what, she couldn't believe that Caelan would put her in that kind of hellhole.

"Freya, I'll send you back to rest." Without even looking at Helen, Caelan turned around, and led Freya towards the door.

He had, originally, wanted to have someone take Alistair away from Freya's arms, but seeing her holding that child so carefully, his cold, hard heart couldn't help but be warm and soft again.

Freya really loved children.

He felt that if he had a child with her, she would also love and adore their child.

When they reached her room, Freya was still holding Alistair tightly, and Dora stood by respectfully, waiting for Caelan's orders at any time.

Receiving Caelan's wink, Dora hurriedly stepped forward, "Miss Stahler, your body has not yet fully recovered, can | hold the baby for you first?" Freya was not stupid, of course she knew that Dora was not so kind as to worry about her health before helping her hold the baby, they, just didn't want her to be with Alistair.

After she had easily gotten hold of Alistair, who smelled faintly of milk, Freya certainly did not want to hand him over to Caelan's people again, but she knew in her heart that if she did not let go now, Alistair would only suffer more.

When one is under the roof, sometimes, one really cannot help but bow down.

Lamentably, she let go of her hand and watched Alistair being carried by Dora to the door, and Freya felt that, her heart was also emptied.

"Stahler, you especially, especially want to raise this child yourself, right?" Caelan's voice pulled back Freya's thoughts that had drifted away along with Alistair.

She looked fixedly at Caelan, "Caelan, what do you mean by that? Can I still take care of Alistair by myself?" "Stahler, of course you have the opportunity to take care of Alistair by yourself!" The gentle glow that enveloped Caelan's face was just that his face was so demonically born that even if he gazed at you with affection, you would not feel warm, but would only feel a chill all over your body.

"Stahler, marry me! When we have a child of our own after the marriage, | will have this child returned to you! From then on, you will never have to endure the separation of child again!" Freya dreamed of keeping Alistair day and night, but she didn't want to marry Caelan either.

She took a step back and protested softly, "Caelan, | can't possibly marry you! I'm already married, | have a husband, and in my life, there's no way I'll ever marry anyone else!" "Yes, you're already married!" Caelan's voice flooded with bone-chilling cold, "But | don't care, because, Kieran is already dead!" Freya's heart growled hysterically, she wanted to say that her Kieran was still alive! In the end, she held the words back.

Since Kieran hadn't been able to go back for the two little ones, it proved that he was not in a good position right now, and if Caelan knew that he was still alive, his position would be even more dangerous! Seeing that Freya no longer continued to protest, the coldness on Caelan's face only becless creepy.

He gazed fascinatedly at Freya's still ugly face, "Stahler, | had originally planned to marry you earlier, but with so many situations arising recently, | can only postpone our wedding for now." "But don't worry, within a month, | promise, I'll make you my bride!" "Stahler, | will give you a grand wedding!" Listening to Caelan's words, Freya's body stiffened as if it was about to turn into a stone pillar, and she pinched her palm hard to keep herself from frantically scratching the demon's face in front of her.

"When you get well, we'll be ready to have a child, don't worry, I'll keep my promise to you, I'll do what | say, when you're pregnant with my child, that child will never be separated from you again!" In her palm, blood dripped down again, but feeling Caelan's hand inch by inch close to her face, Freya still couldn't continue to keep her calm demeanor.

She fiercely stretched out her hand, and was just about to push him away with force when the knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Caelan's brows were furrowed, and on his demonic face, there was a clear impatience, "Cin!" Dora had already handed Alistair over to the nanny, she walked in gingerly and spoke warily, "Mr. Harper, someone from the old mansion is here, saying that Chief Harper wants to see Miss Stahler." "What?!" The Chief Harper that Dora was talking about was his real father, Edward, and he really couldn't figure out how his father could want to see Freya.

"You go first!" Caelan stared at Dora gloomily and uncertainly, his body shuddered at such a stare from him, and at his words, Dora ran out as if she had been pardoned.

He suddenly took out his mobile phone and dialled Edward's number.

As soon as the call was answered, the angry roar of Edward cout of the phone, "Caelan, how did you promisebefore? "You said that you would do everything you could to cure Layton's leg, but now what?! The Medical Fairy, who is so skilled in healing, is right by your side, yet you won't let her heal Layton, what on earth do you have in mind?!" "Father, Stahler is injured, and she is not physically fit to heal people right now." Caelan spoke with a sullen face.

"I don't care! One hour ...... no! Within half an hour, she must appear at the old mansion and heal Layton!" After saying these words, Edward directly hung up the phone.

Caelan did not want Freya to leave his sphere of vision, but although the forces under him were strong, they were still slightly weaker than Edward.

Now, he was scornful of him, and he could only compromise for the tbeing.

"Stahler, | will take you to the old mansion for a trip. Don't worry, | won't let anyone hurt you. One day, | will make you the most honourable woman in this world!" Freya gently breathed a sigh of relief, she knew that Edward was no good, and was even a more horrible existence than Caelan, but she was still grateful for that phone call he had just made, so that she did not have to continue to be in close contact with Caelan.

The old mansion was not far from Caelan's ancient castle, and soon, Caelan took her to the villa where Edward was.

However, she did not see Edward on this visit. Once they arrived, the villa butler took her straight to Layton's room so that she could heal him.

A year ago, Layton was badly injured and his legs were severely damaged, and Edward had asked all the famous doctors to treat him, but he was still unable to stand.

He knew that Freya was here, so he would not miss such a good opportunity to heal his precious son.

As soon as he entered Layton's room, Freya saw a face with a silver mask.

Freya had never had any encounters with Layton before, but for sreason, seeing the man sitting quietly in his wheelchair, she suddenly felt the urge to cry.

It was as if he was the place where her heart rested.

She subconsciously lowered her eyes and looked at Layton sitting in the wheelchair. She saw at once that there was a red mole the size of a grain of rice on the inside of his left wrist.