Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 414 Mr. Fitzgerald Insults Freya

Freya knows that even if a person loses his memory, some of the feelings deep inside him will not ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

disappear completely.

Mr. Fitzgerald's love for her could not have disappeared, it was just buried in the deepest part of his

heart as he lost his memory. Now, all she had to do was to awaken all the feelings that Mr. Fitzgerald

had for her deep inside.

If only she could make him fall in love with her again, all that would be so much easier.

In the past, Mr. Fitzgerald had never had any resistance to her body, they had loved each other so

deeply, and she was now taking the initiative to hook him up, so he couldn't hold himself back, right?

With this in mind, Freya even threw a wink at Kieran.

This was the first time in her life that she had ever thrown a wink at a man, and her movements were a

bit unskilled, but she felt that her expression should look good. Kiki had said that with this face, even a

twitch would look good, not to mention a wink.

Kieran's eyes were locked on Freya's face in an inscrutable manner, and as he listened to her words,

his eyes, involuntarily moving down, fell on her.

His throat couldn't be controlled to roll.

Kieran let out a low curse, he had almost been bewitched by a woman!

And, just now, he had a momentary impulse to put his hand on some damned button for her!

The more Kieran thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Without saying a word, he grabbed

Freya's shoulders that were writhing to the point of cramping and unceremoniously dragged her out of

the car.

"Get out!"

Freya was unprepared, plus Kieran was too strong, she stumbled and fell to the ground uncontrollably,

in an unspeakable mess.

Freya lifted her face, she bit her lower lip, stubborn and aggrieved, she was sure that this man in front

of her was her Mr. Fitzgerald! But what he was doing to her was not at all like her Mr. Fitzgerald!

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm not leaving!" Freya said stubbornly, word for word, "You are my husband, you must

come home with me tonight, otherwise, you won't get rid of me!"

Kieran smiled coldly.

A woman who was a prostitute and wanted him to go home with her?

"How much do you charge for a night?"

"What?" Freya only froze, have not expected Kieran to suddenly ask such a sentence, she

subconsciously asked him, "What do you mean?"

"You're only pestering me for money, I'll give you ten times the price, and from now on, don't pester me

again!"

With that, Kieran grabbed his wallet and smashed a large stack of hundred dollar bills in her face.

The sharp edges of the bills cut the delicate skin of Freya's face, and in some places, blood seeped

out.

This was not the first time Kieran had hit her with money, but this time, it was far more heartbreaking

than before.

At that time, she was not so fond of him, and even if he had hit her with money, she would have been

more, just humiliated and embarrassed.

But now, her heart ached.

It hurt so much that she was out of breath.

Freya's eyes were red, she wanted to cry, but suddenly she couldn't drop her tears. How could Mr.

Fitzgerald who pampered her like a baby turn out like this!

And, he treated her like a prostitute!

How could he hit her with money!

Seeing Freya still sitting motionless on the ground, Kieran's only patience was worn out, "What, is it not

enough?"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm not the kind of woman you think I am! I'm your wife!"

Mr. Fitzgerald was unreasonable and she was angry. She really wanted to smash the pile of hundred

dollar bills back into his face, to vent out her anger.

But she could not do that.

"Wife?"

Kieran's smile was as cold as ice, "I don't have such a prostitute as my wife!"

Freya was so angry that she gritted her teeth. He was the one who shamelessly pestered her with all

kinds of impurity every night when she was with him before. No, even sometimes during the day, he

always liked to pester her.

At that time, why didn't he say she was a prostitute!

Did he, after being with Regina for a few months and feeling the goodness of her, started to resent her?

Men's hearts are indeed fickle!

Kieran originally wanted to get into the car after saying that and not pay any more attention to this

shameless woman.

But for some reason, seeing her red eyes, watching her vulnerable but stubbornly held up her chin, his

heart, inexplicably, tugged.

With such a tug at his heart, his feet instantly took root, and for a moment, he was unable to leave in a

determined manner.

Kieran's face was terribly dark, after he took over the Fitzgerald Group's again, he was decisive,

causing countless people to lose their nerve. He never knew what softness of heart was, but facing this

woman in the sex scene, he unexpectedly appeared to have the kind of sentiment that should not

belong to him.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you think I'm a prostitute, don't you?!"

Kieran was lost in his own thoughts when Freya's exasperated voice rang in his ears.

He sneered subconsciously, "What, you're stalking a mane, you're not a prostitute, are you still a

chaste and virtuous woman?"

Freya was very much in love with Kieran, but she also had a temper.

She thought he was dead, she had suffered so many days and nights, she finally saw him, and instead

of a word of warmth and softness, he treated her like prostitute, and she couldn't bear it!

"Yes, I am a prostitute!"

Freya stood up from the ground, her eyes red with aggression as she huffed and puffed and yelled at

Kieran, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm telling you, I am that kind of woman!"

"Don't you only have Regina in your heart? Fine! Tonight, I'll go and find another man!"

At first, when Freya said these words, she was still able to say them in a justified manner, but later, she

was aggrieved, and her voice could not help but take on a crying tone.

She was afraid that Kieran would see through the vulnerability on her face, so she looked away,

sobbing, "Mr. Fitzgerald, if you don't want me, I don't want you either! Tonight, I'll cuckold you!"

Freya felt that just saying these words was not enough relief, she took a deep breath and continued,

"Well, I'll go get two men, no, I'll go straight to ten or twenty men!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I will cuckold you tonight!"

With that, Freya directly threw her chiffon shirt outside, turned around and rushed towards the entrance

of the Blues.