My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

As he watched Freya fall heavily to the ground, Kieran only felt his heart seize violently.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rush forward and hold her tightly in his arms, but in the end, he resisted the urge.

This woman, shameless and cunning, who knows if she's faking her fainting!

With this thought, Kieran paced slowly in front of Freya, "Stop pretending!"

Freya was still lying motionless on the ground, her lips pale, but her face blushed, as if, there was a blazing fire burning on her face.

The more he looked at Freya's face, the more annoyed Kieran became. He stretched out his hand and wanted to pull Freya up from the ground so that she could not continue to play dead.

He grasped his hand and he realised that she was horribly hot.

Just now, he had also touched her body, but did not notice anything unusual about her body, and did not expect her to burn so badly.

Kieran withdrew his hand from her wrist, his thin lips pursed involuntarily, as if after an extremely intense mental struggle, he reached out again and touched her forehead.

Her forehead, which was hotter than her wrist, looked quite painful as her body kept trembling, probably because of the intense fever.

"Damn!"

Kieran let out a low curse, but still picked up Freya and threw her into his sports car.

He told himself that he would take this woman home, not because he cared for her, but simply because, he didn't want to see her die.

He had never been a kind man or woman, and he would not even blink if someone who was seriously ill died in front of him, so how could he suddenly become so compassionate!

Freya is now really uncomfortable.

body, for a while baking in the fire and

still, was her

strolling through the snow and ice, she looked around in a daze, she thought she

particularly, particularly scary dream that

travelled thousands of miles and could find no trace

find him when, obviously, the man said he would be with her all

be lost to him forever, she ran

took pity on her, she finally sought

mad in his direction, but before she could get close to him, before she could see the smile on

red blood, staining the white snow red, he was in front of her, shattered, unable to

"Mr. Fitzgerald ......"

tried hard to grab something, but

it was a cold

me ...... Mr.

corners of her eyes, "Mr. Fitzgerald, please, don't leave

just carried Freya to the big bed inside his room when

teardrops sliding down from the corners of her eyes as she cried

this woman really has a guest surnamed Fitzgerald,

still can't get him out of

anger, he threw Freya on the

in his mouth, he dialed the

go out, but Freya's eyes suddenly opened and she climbed off the bed, stumbling

Fitzgerald! Mr. Fitzgerald, I knew you wouldn't leave me! I knew you leave me

her consciousness was somewhat blurred, and all she wanted to do was

They all say you're dead, it's hard for me! I look at your corpse and I really want to go with you

okay, Mr. Fitzgerald, you're back, I'm really so happy, so happy! Mr. Fitzgerald, don't leave me again, don't

a woman jumped on him, he directly had that woman thrown to Africa, but now, he couldn't even bring himself