My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Disabled?

What had given this woman the illusion that he was disabled?

Why didn't he beat her to be disabled?

Bradley, the senior special assistant who was concentrating on driving, came close to creating some kind of dissonance again.

Fearing that he would once again exasperate his Boss, Bradley had to use almost a flood of strength to stifle his laughter.

But even if he hadn't laughed out loud, Bradley was holding in his laughter so much that his body was trembling uncontrollably, and when his feet shook, he almost made the low-key luxury Lamborghini rush to the stinky ditch again.

"Freya, say that again!"

It took a while for Kieran to find his voice, and he suppressed the urge to break Freya's neck as he threatened word for word, "Who did you just say was physically disabled? Say it again!"

Freya, who had been severely threatened by Kieran, still didn't realise the danger she was facing, she gave a heated giggle, tilted her head and fell asleep directly on Kieran's shoulder.

Kieran, who was planning to beat Freya to the point of disability, froze his raised hand, but this fist could not land on Freya's body.

when he felt Freya's body pressed tightly against his, his heart, which was

shoulder like this must be uncomfortable, and with a soft sigh of

to the side and squinted his eyes, looking

some people, you really have to turn a blind eye. Every time he faces Freya, he always does something that even he cannot understand, so he prefers to ignore her

all the way to the villa, but the scenery outside the window was meaningless, he admired it for a while,

and her mouth pouting

of Freya's appearance, Kieran couldn't

looks better when she is sleeping, or at least, she would not piss him

Kieran are used to heavy make-up, but

this face in front of him was so refreshing that he could not help but want

in mind,

help but trace Freya's eyebrows, caressing over her smoothly defined cheeks. The feel of her face was even better than he could have imagined, warm and smooth, as if it were fine silk, and

his face down and pressed his lips firmly against

moment of closeness is like being dipped in poppies, and he

of is his strong self-control, but at this moment, all his self-control has

a slap was thrown hard

instantly sobered by the