Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 188

When Freya jumped down from the stairs, she really didn't hit the ground on her face first.

Kyle's room was on the second floor, even if the floor below was concrete, she would not die.

Besides, underneath Kyle's room, there was a large lawn, and Freya just happened to fall on top of the lawn, except for her buttocks and ankles which were sore, she really didn't have any other abnormalities.

Freya tried to get up from the grass, but it was because her ankle hurt too much or because she was drained from all the medicine she had taken, she tossed and turned for half a day, but she couldn't get up.

Instead, she flopped just enough to roll over into a face-on-the-ground position and eat a mouthful of grass.

Oh, and mud.

Freya spat out the mud in her mouth, thinking rather cheerfully that even if she had a mouthful of mud and grass, it was still better than being kissed by Kyle's mouth.

She just wondered if he would have continued to do what he did to her tonight if she had been caught back by Kyle.

Just now she and Kyle didn't even have any intimate contact, she was about to die of nausea, if she really had sex with Kyle, she would rather eat dirt for the rest of her life.

Footsteps suddenly sounded outside on the lawn and panic set in for Freya to the core.

She knew that it was Kyle who had come looking for her.

If Kyle had seen her well, he would not have let her go. If she were to pretend to be dead now, the Ward family would be afraid and might even send her to the hospital to be resuscitated.

Although she could not rest on her laurels from now on, at the very least, for a short time, she could escape.

With this in mind, Freya closed her eyes and resolutely played dead.

"Honey!"

When Kyle saw Freya lying motionless on the grass, he was so anxious that his eyes were about to burst into tears.

If she died, he could remarry, but this wife was someone that Kieran wanted, that was a problem!

Philip slapped Kyle's head hard, he had a lifetime of fame, how could he have produced such an indisputable son!

"Miss Freya!"

Kyle hurriedly changed his tone, he tried to call out to Freya a few times, he wanted to make sure if Freya was still breathing, but he didn't dare.

Landing face first was horrible.

He was afraid that once he turned over Freya's body, all he would see was a bloody face.

Kyle's fat body shivered uncontrollably, his childhood watching horror films had left a psychological shadow, he didn't dare to look at a bloody face.

"Miss Freya! Freya!"

Kyle tried to call out to Freya several more times, but Freya was still lying motionless on the ground.

This time, Kyle's tears were really falling down, and there was a distinct tremble in his voice, "Dad, Freya, she's not really dead, is she? If she dies, what should I do?"

Freya's eyebrows jumped, what was Kyle playing? Why did he seem to care about her?

"If she dies, you can just die in front of Mr. Fitzgerald for your crime!"

Philip looked worriedly at Freya who was lying on the ground, he half crouched down and gently patted Freya's shoulder, "Miss Freya ......"

Mr. Fitzgerald?

Could it be that these people knew about her relationship with Mr. Fitzgerald and wanted to let her go?