My Talented Babies & Genius Wife novel Chapter 842

Kieran clutched Freya's hand with great force, the force in his hand was so strong that it seemed to want to crush her fresh and blood and fuse it with his, never to be separated again.

Inside the bedside table, there had been a Swiss Army knife he had kept, the blade sharp enough to slice his throat with a single stroke.

He trembled and reached out his hand, trying to detect if she was still breathing, and if she had died, he would never live alone.

Without her, the world was desolate and boundless, and he did not want to be alone with the boundless loneliness

He knew it would be unfair to Jaden and Jayla if he left with her, but what to do? He loved Freya more than those two little kids!

So he had to give up the two little kids and die with her.

It's really the simplest action to check one's breath, but Kieran can't do it.

His big hands were heavy as a thousand pounds, he couldn't lift them.

Before his fingertips touched Freya's nose, he suddenly noticed an incredible image.

To his surprise, he saw that Freya's fingertips moved.

"Freya!"

All the despair was instantly replaced by overwhelming ecstasy as he clasped her hand in a deadly grip, "Freya, you're awake, aren't you! Freya, open your eyes and look at me! I remember! I remember everything!"

On the screen of the instrument, there was no longer a flat line, but slowly an undulation. Freya opened her heavy eyelids with some difficulty. Having slept for so long, she had some difficulty in adapting to the light inside the room.

Her eyes stung, she frowned subconsciously, and the vision in front of her gradually changed from blurred to clear, and slowly a handsome face with stubble came into her eyes.

His lower eyelids were heavily tinged with darkness and it was clear that he hadn't closed his eyes in ages.

Looking at the handsome face she had longed for, Freya's tears almost rolled down her face.

The time she was unconscious, the feeling was particularly strange, as if, with a petrified body, she still had a free spirited soul.

She was lying in bed, unable to move, but could clearly hear the sounds outside.

He said many, many things to her, and she knew that he had recovered his memory and that the child inside Regina's belly was not his.

Their child was still alive.

She knew that the Kieran was back, and she especially wanted to jump into his arms, pouting like a little girl, saying, "Kieran, you're back, I missed you so much.”

She missed him so much that it hurt her heart.

She wanted to hug him, kiss him and never let go of him for the rest of her life.

But, in the end, she held back.

Because she is now in anger.

She loved him, never regretted it, and even if she lost her life, she had no a single word of complaint.

But that still didn't change the fact that she was angry.

Angry at him for forgetting her, angry at him for bullying her, angry at him for using Regina to anger her.

As she was lost in her own thoughts, Freya's body was hoisted into Kieran's arms with force.

His lips carefully touched hers, "Freya, you're awake! I knew it, you wouldn't leave me!"

"Freya, Freya, my Freya ......"