Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 1111

Freya was taken aback by the situation. She had thought the person who appeared out of nowhere was Caelan, and was just about to give him a hard kick. But unexpectedly, when she looked up, Kieran's face came into sight.

His face reminded her of the image of him making out with Regina last night.

A surge of depression swept over her. She simply looked away, not bothering to pay attention to him.

"What have I told you?!" Kieran spoke first. His cold voice was heavy with warning and a complicated emotion that Freya couldn't read, "I have told you not to get close to Seth again!"

Kieran's aggressive attitude really irritated her. How could he treat her so badly while being nice to Regina?

Violently pushing him away, she took out her notebook and quickly wrote, "None of your business!"

Kieran had already been irritated by that photo tonight, and now was even more upset by Freya's words.

He was just about to rage when he saw her writing something again, "Mr. Fitzgerald, it's late. If you have nothing important to tell, I'll go back to rest."

Freya turned around. She opened the door and headed inside the small clinic.

Dolly had already gone back to the small hotel. The small clinic was quiet and unspeakably cold. Freya was about to close the door when Kieran rushed in like a gust of wind.

Freya, "..."

Was Kieran a rascal?

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I only treat patients here! If you are here not to see a doctor, please get out!"

"Yes, I am!" Kieran withdrew his stare from Freya's notebook. After saying this, he really wanted to give himself a thump on his head. What kind of disease did he suffer from?

Brainless?

It seemed like he was getting more abnormal after meeting this ugly creature.

Freya really didn't want to treat Kieran. However, as a doctor, she had to take his pulse or something, since he had said so.

She grasped his wrist in disgust and took his pulse. And as always, he had a florid face and a healthy body.

The moment Freya's hand rested on his wrist, he felt a current of excitement rushing through his wrist, rapidly to his limbs, electrifying him to the point of, well, forgetting what day it was.

"Done."

Freya wielded her writing brush energetically, "You're sick."

Seeing this, Kieran raised his eyebrows. Before he spoke, Freya wrote again, "Brain damage."

Brainless...

Brain damage...

Kieran thought that he and this ugly woman were kind of on the same page.

"The disease is beyond my business scope, Mr. Fitzgerald. You may leave now."

When Freya's hand left his wrist, Kieran felt that his heart was taken away too.

He stared at Freya's hand in a somewhat bewildered manner; and driven by some unknown desire, his big hand, surprisingly, covered hers.

Freya really wanted to hold his warm, strong hand with all her might.

But at the thought that his hands would only carefully hold Regina, and that he would only pamper Regina with all his heart, she was indescribably angry.

She shook off Kieran's hand. With a huff, she tried to highlight the words "You're sick!" in her notebook.

However, before the tip of her pen touched the paper, Freya already felt her head spinning.