My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Kieran had a pair of deep, dark, predatory and even fierce eyes.

Freya was afraid of pain. Now she was particularly afraid because if Mr. Fitzgerald hit her, her originally scalded wrist would cause her more pain.

What’s more, she knew clearly that her power was weaker than Mr. Fitzgerald’s pinkie’s.

Freya was scared, so she closed her eyes naturally. She thought that a new wave of pain would attack her in the next second. However, unexpectedly, instead of pain, his velvety voice reached her.

He said, “I believe you.”

His voice was as warm as the breeze in Spring.

He believed her.

Freya opened her eyes instantly as she was covered by such a warm voice which she hadn’t felt for a long time. In her whole life, whenever she had some conflicts or quarrels with Alisha and Maximus would never believe her. It was really warm to be trusted.

However, it was a great pity that the one who was willing to believe her was Alisha’s boyfriend.

When Freya signed secretly, Kieran said slowly, “What’s more, I am not Alisha’s boyfriend.”

Kieran finally looked away from Freya’s hand and stared at Linda’s hands coldly. He asked, “Which one of your hands hurt her?”

Linda didn’t understand why Kieran would ask her this question and she lightly moved her right hand in a stiff way.

Kieran’s sight immediately fell on Linda’s right hand. In that instant, Linda felt that her right hand was going to be cut off.

“Cut that hand off.”

they heard the order. They closed and guarded the door of the café, not even allowing

had left the café before she noticed. She now began to chatter

in plaster and said, “Fitz, you are

she looked at him with

her, yet his following

her skin—how smooth and how

with great horror. Were they going to

Mr. Fitzgerald was cruel and would eat human meat. Wasn’t that a

kneeled down to Kieran and held his legs tightly and implored, “Mr. Fitzgerald, don’t do that to me! I

I shouldn’t splash the coffee! I will apologize to her! Please, for Alisha’s sake, spare me for

made

legs again and keep on imploring, but he had too powerful and scary

as Satan, but when he looked at

about that shade of tenderness. She only wanted to protect

the wrong thing, really. But please don’t cut my hands off! I will

and he kept on observing Freya’s red-swollen hands. He asked, “Does it

I don’t want you to cut Linda’s

keep her hands now. She threw herself on Freya’s feet and implored, “Freya, I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that! I couldn’t control myself

tell you—I am not helping you. I just want to take

to look at Kieran and said, “Mr. Fitzgerald, can you ask someone to make a cup of coffee

but she would definitely give a

a cup of boiling-hot coffee. Seeing the heat emitted by the coffee, Linda could of course guess what Freya was going to do. She turned

down on her face. She cast a pitiable look at Kieran

didn’t mean to hurt you!” seeing that Freya picked up that cup of coffee, she kept crawling backwards because she was afraid that the boiling-hot coffee would hurt