Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 606

Most of the employees of the Fitzgerald's knew Freya, and although they all thought that Kieran had died in a car accident, the remaining authority of his still existed, so naturally the employees did not dare to stop Freya.

With an unobstructed route and Bradley's help, Freya rushed into Kieran's office.

Freya knew that there had been a lot of things going on at the Fitzgerald's recently, and at this hour, Kieran must not have had breakfast yet.

When she entered the office, she thoughtfully placed the lunch box on the coffee table to one side and whispered to him, "Brother, I made breakfast, why don't you have something to eat first?"

Kieran wrinkled his eyebrows, a sentence ‘who allows you to cook’ almost came out of his mouth.

But in the end, it was reason that won out over emotion, and he tried to put on a carefree appearance and got up, "Freya, I told you to stop making a fool of yourself!"

As if she hadn't heard his words, Freya opened the food box on the coffee table and smiled with a pleasing face, "Brother, I've made fried eggs, small dumplings, and sandwiches, I've prepared a hearty breakfast, will you come over and try it?"

Kieran didn't say anything, his eyes were locked on Freya's face in a cold manner, such a deep sight, as if he really didn't have a trace of attachment to her anymore.

"Freya, what you make is too dirty for me!"

Freya's face turned white, but in a flash, she was back to her bright smile, "Brother, don't worry, my cooking is very clean! It's much more hygienic than the food in the hotels, so you can eat with ease. Brother, can't you be so kind as to have some of the loving breakfast I made for you?"

Kieran's hand was so strong that it swept the lunch box on the coffee table directly to the floor.

The sound of the lunch box hitting the ground was not really loud, but Freya felt that the lunch box had smashed a hole in her heart, hurting so badly that she couldn't breathe, so badly that her tears almost fell down indefinitely.

Freya looked up at the ceiling, trying to hold back her tears. She moved her lips, wanting to salvage something more, but before she could open her mouth, Kieran's cold, harsh voice came into her ears.

"Get out!"

Freya didn't want to get out, she wanted to stick to him, but she came over this morning to deliver the loving breakfast, and now, her carefully prepared loving breakfast had been ruthlessly slammed on the ground by him, he wouldn't eat the loving breakfast she prepared.

Freya subconsciously glanced at her hands. In order to make him eat more nutritious and hearty, she had, this morning, made several kinds of fillings for the dumplings.

She was a bit of a klutz when it came to cooking, and she accidentally cut her finger twice chopping the stuffing.

She despises women who like to play the pity game in front of men, but if playing the pity game can make Kieran change his mind, she is willing to try it.

Freya walked up to Kieran, and she held out her left hand in pity.

"Brother, I'm hurt."

Freya pouted as she displayed her injured finger in front of Kieran as she continued to play the pity game to the end, "Brother, I accidentally cut my hand when I was cooking this morning."

Seeing that Kieran was still indifferent, Freya added pitifully, "Brother, my hand hurts."

The moment he saw the wound on Freya's hand, Kieran almost couldn't restrain himself from rushing up and examining the wound on her finger.

But when he thought that she had to imagine him as his own brother even when she was in bed with him, his heart instantly chilled like ice again.

His lips curled in a sneer, and there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.