Kieran's confession came without warning, causing Freya's heart to jump wildly.
Tears came to her eyes, she looked away, preventing Kieran from seeing that.
Kieran, I know that you love Freya, because I have experienced it countless times, and you have risked life for Freya.
But Kieran, putting aside Freya's identity, do you really love this ugly girl?
You don't like this ugly girl.
The first time you saw this ugly girl, you said that she was an ugly who had no shame.
If she was not Freya, you would have felt disgusted at the sight of this ugly girl.
With aggravation and sadness in her heart, Freya took a deep breath before finding her voice again, "Mr. Fitzgerald, really please don't disturb my treatment anymore. There are so many patients waiting behind me, if I don't continue treating patients, I won't even have to rest tonight."
"Mr. Fitzgerald, please go back, if you pester me like this, it will only make me hate you even more."
Kieran didn't want to go back, but he didn't want Freya to hate him even more. Seeing that there were indeed quite a few patients waiting outside the clinic, he thought twice and decided that he would also go and wait outside, and when she was done, he would come back to beg for her forgiveness.
There were an unusually large number of patients today, and by the time Freya finished her day's work, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
Kieran was pestering her and she didn't want to pay attention to him, but when he really left, she felt a touch of indescribable loss in her heart.
She got up and was just about to push open the door to go out when Kieran stood in front of it.
His eyes looked deeply at her, those deep eyes, as vast as the starry sky, as if he wanted to suck her in and let her become one of the thousands of stars in his eyes.
"Freya, I love you."
The thin lips moved, because he had not drunk water for a day, his voice was slightly mute, but it was more mellow and melodious, and one could not help but be intoxicated.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I ......"
"Freya, I love you." Without waiting for Freya to put words into her mouth, Kieran continued to speak again.
"Freya, I love you, I love you, I love you ......"
Freya, "......"
Was he a repeater?
"Freya, I was wrong, forgive me, come back to me, give me another chance, okay?"
"But Mr. Fitzgerald, I don't want to love you anymore!" Suppressing the bitterness in her heart, Freya said as if she was dreaming.
Loving him would hurt, and later, there would be more and more sadness.
She knew that he had been so good to Regina, but it still made her heart twist when she thought of how close he had been to her at first when he hadn't recognised her.
More importantly, even now, when she had flung herself into his arms, they, after all, still had to part.
She was at this clinic and had actually been waiting for news from Caelan. Maybe that day, he would suddenly appear and blackmail her with Alistair's life.
She didn't want to let Caelan have his way, not even to die, but Alistair was a treasure that she wanted to guard for the rest of her life, and she would rather have herself doomed than hope that that child would live well.
"Mr. Fitzgerald, you'd better go back and spend some time with Regina. I still have things to do, so excuse me!"
After saying this, Freya picked up the mobile phone that was placed aside and intended to go directly to Josiah's side.
Before she could even take a step, she only felt pain on her lips, and Kieran's lips were already pressing up heavily.
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