Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 497

Kieran coldly swept a glance at the woman who was sleeping in the bed, and with the force of his hand, he grabbed her up like a chicken and threw her onto the sofa.

By allowing her to sleep on the sofa in his room, he had been kind enough to her.

Kieran let go of Freya and was about to take a shower and go back to bed when Freya's head tilted and she vomited all over herself.

"Freya!"

Looking at Freya, who had dazedly climbed up from the sofa and vomited, Kieran really wanted to throw her out of the window.

Although Freya didn't puke on him, she was covered in her own puke and he was in the same room with her, so if he didn't deal with her filth, he'd be smelt to death by her!

He sighed slightly helplessly before resigning himself to picking up Freya and walking towards the bathroom.

Kieran is a very serious cleanliness freak, even if it was Regina, he would be uncomfortable if she got too close to him or touched his personal belongings.

But now, hugging Freya, who was covered in filth, he surprisingly did not feel disgusted.

Even, looking at her face, which was scrunched up into a frown, his chest ached.

He didn't want to admit that she was special to him, so when he saw her eyes open in a daze, he said in a cold voice, "Clean yourself up!" and turned to leave the bathroom.

Freya's head was so dizzy that she struggled to lift her eyelids, only to feel the whole bathroom spinning.

In fact, she is a very alert person, and tonight, she would indulge herself to sleep over just because she heard Mr. Fitzgerald's voice, and she was reassured from the bottom of her heart, so she slept defencelessly.

Just now, she heard Mr. Fitzgerald's voice again, which proved that she was still with him.

As long as there is Mr. Fitzgerald around, she is still safe even if she is drunk.

Freya gave a giggle and a burp, her head lolling as she continued to sleep through the night.

Kieran had been waiting outside for nearly half an hour, but Freya still hadn't come out of the bathroom.

What started as impatience gradually turned into worry; she wouldn't have drowned in the bathroom, would she?