Honey?
Fabian’s body shook in shock. He turned the steering wheel and almost drove the sports car into a ditch.
Was Kieran being molested by Mrs. Fitzgerald?
In all his years, Fabian had never seen Kieran molested by a woman. He really wanted to laugh, but he knew that if he did, someone would beat him into tears. So he finally stifled the laughter, which made his stomach ache.
“Come on, Honey, let’s wear a dress! A dress!
In his rearview mirror, Fabian could see exactly what was going on behind him. Just as he was about to enjoy the beautiful scene of Kieran being bullied by Freya, he caught Kieran’s quiet stare in his rearview mirror.
It was a warning look to him.
Fabian gave a dry laugh. “Kieran, I didn’t see anything! No, I didn’t see you being molested by Mrs. Fitzgerald, and I didn’t hear anything!”
With that, Fabian raised the shield, completely separating himself from the two men in the back seat.
“Freya, stop it!”
Kieran held Freya’s little hand. She was not conscious...
As much as Kieran wanted to take advantage of her, his sanity told him that he must do nothing tonight if he didn’t want Freya to hate him to death.
“I didn’t do anything!”
Freya retorted unhappily, “It’s none of your business that I dress my honey, just fuck off!”
Kieran’s handsome face went black. “No dirty words!”
Freya hardly ever said dirty words. Only when she was under the influence of alcohol would she make uncivilized remarks.
Freya was usually afraid of Kieran, but when she got drunk she was not afraid of anything.
She slapped Kieran’s large hand away from her wrist, “Are you out of your mind, old man? I’m flirting with my honey, mind your own business!”
Freya tugged at Kieran’s collar. “Get out of here! Don’t keep me from cuddling with my honey!”
With those words, Freya shrank and snuggled into Kieran’s arms.
Kieran was speechless. Did this little woman just call him old man?
Was he that old?
They finally made it to Freya’s neighborhood, where Kieran almost carried Freya upstairs.
Jaden and Jayla had been put to sleep by Kiki. Kieran carried Freya straight to her room.
Freya sprawled out on the soft bed. She grabbed the pillow beside her and hugged it tightly into her arms.
“Honey, let’s sleep together... and have a baby…”
Kieran reached out and tried to help Freya change out of her evening dress. The dress was so tight that it must be very uncomfortable to sleep in.
Before his hand touched Freya’s body, she slapped him away.
Her eyes were wide open and she hugged the pillow in her arms, looking defensively at Kieran, “Who kind of devil are you? I’m telling you, my honey belongs to me. You can’t take her away from me!”
Freya pressed her face against the pillow and closed her eyes, looking intoxicated.
Kieran’s hand fell stiffly in midair. A moment ago she was clinging to him, calling him honey, and now she thought he was the devil for a pillow. Why did he feel like he was out of favor?
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