Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 1177 Freya and Kieran meet but become strangers

Her eyes were instantly red, and Freya was staring at the tiny mole on the inside of his wrist, unable to take her eyes off it.

In fact, when she first met Simon, she did not notice this mole on his wrist, but when she was pregnant with Alistair, she was bored and nestled in his arms to pamper him, and only then did she discover this mole.

It is said that the red mole on Simon's neck is compelling, but in fact, the mole on the inside of Kieran's wrist is even more compelling.

It was so seductive that Freya wanted to bite it off for him at times.

She took a step forward and almost leaned into him, she could smell, on his body, the faint scent of grass.

That was, the smell of Kieran.

She couldn't believe that in this world, there could be such a coincidence, two people who smelt like each other, and had the exact same mole in the same place!

This could only mean one thing, this man in front of her was her Kieran!

"Kieran ......"

The name that was engraved deep in the marrow of her bones, Freya could no longer control it, and her tears fell down in a flash.

She wanted to tell him how much she had missed him during this time.

She also wanted to tell him that she looked so strong on the surface, but in fact, she was really suffering in her heart, and she was so scared and afraid.

She was afraid that she would never see him again, that she would not be able to protect her Alistair.

She was also afraid that Caelan would really force her to marry him and make her give him some kind of child.

"Kieran?" The man sitting in the wheelchair's thin lips moved slightly, the pair of eyes that were overflowing with layers of thick ink carried a clear sense of disbelief, "What Kieran?"

The expression on Freya's face froze for a moment, she stared incredulously at the man in the wheelchair, he didn't even recognize her?

How could this be!

If he had lost his memory, it was impossible for him to send that code word to Jaden quietly, but the confusion in the eyes of the man in front of her did not seem to be fake, as if she had really mistaken him. Freya suppressed the lump in her throat as she half crouched down and clutched his hand hard, "Kieran, I know you're Kieran! I recognize the mole on your wrist! Kieran, I'm Freya, your wife! Why don't you want to recognize me?"

At her words, he languidly lowered his eyelids and absently surveyed the mole on his wrist.

Then, he lifted his eyelids in a cloudy manner, "I still just noticed that I have a mole here. However, I'm not what you call Kieran, I'm Layton."

"Impossible!" Freya spoke excitedly, the feeling she had when she grabbed his hand was exactly the same feeling as when she grabbed Kieran's hand!

Even if a person's appearance could deceive a person, that feeling, however, could not deceive anyone!

He was her Kieran!

Yes, by removing the mask from his face, she would be able to determine whether he was her Kieran or not!

With this in mind, Freya reached out her hand and quickly went to grab the mask on his face.

He was even faster than Freya, and before her hand touched his face, her wrist was already tightly choked by him.

"Do you really want to see my face?" His voice was faint and cool, and inexplicably had a gut-wrenching flavour.

Hearing this voice of his, Freya couldn't help but be stunned, her Kieran wouldn't speak to her in such a raw, cold and detached voice.

Without waiting for her to speak, his voice, again cool and faint, rang out in the air, "Except for those I care about, everyone who has seen this face of mine is dead!"

Releasing Freya's hand coolly, he slowly pushed the wheelchair around and instructed a tall, erect oriental man who had been guarding him, "Jonathan, she is not sincere in coming to heal me, send her away! His voice did not sound the same as Kieran's, which was low, magnetic, mellow and charming like the tone of a cello.

But his voice sounded distinctly hoarse, as if his throat had been roasted in flames.

Freya stood still, without the slightest intention of leaving.

In this instant, many, many thoughts flashed through her mind.

In the past, she thought that it was impossible to fake her voice, but after Regina pretended to be her, she realised that it was not that difficult to fake her voice.

So, even if his voice was completely different from Kieran's, it did not prove that he was not her Kieran.

If he really was her Kieran, and he hadn't lost his memory, why would he pretend not to know her?

What was his purpose in disguising himself as Layton?

Freya slowly closed her eyes, her IQ was high, but she knew too little about the situation over here after all, and for a moment, she couldn't quite figure it out. His attitude was so strange that, even though it was obvious that he felt so much like her Kieran, she was not entirely sure that he was her Kieran.

However, now that she had come to him, she could always replace a way to be sure that he was her Kieran.

"Dr. Stahler, I'll take you back." Jonathan stepped forward and spoke indifferently to Freya.

Freya subconsciously lifted her face and took a glance at the nearly one meter nine man in front of her.

He was about the same height as Kieran, and his aura was also somewhat similar to his, both indifferent and deep, elusive.

"I'm not going back now, I'll take his pulse first."

Freya quickly walked up to Layton, then grabbed his wrist without a second thought, and put her finger on his pulse.

The pulse was strong, but his body, indeed, had no small problem.

She quickly released his wrist and went to look at his heavily blanket-covered legs.

"Kieran......"

Thinking about his reluctance to admit that he was Kieran, Freya thought about it and chose to change his words.

"Mr. Harper, can I take a look at your leg?"

"Hmm." It was still a voice so faint that it was chilly, and there was no half-hearted rise and fall in his dark eyes; he treated Freya like a complete stranger.

Having received his permission, Freya removed the blanket from his lap and squatted down in front of him.

He was wearing loose and comfortable pajamas, and with a slight lift, Freya could see the condition of his legs clearly.

Upon seeing his legs, Freya's face instantly changed.

It was obvious that the muscles on his legs had all atrophied!

If he was really Kieran, even if he had injured his leg after falling off the cliff, it was impossible for the muscles on his leg to have atrophied like this in such a short period of time.

But if he wasn't Kieran, why did he give her a feeling that was so, so similar to him?

What the hell is going on here?

Before Freya could figure out what was going on, the door to the room was gently pushed open, and a woman with an extremely beautiful and delicate face walked in with a light smile. When she saw Freya, her eyes, which were slightly upturned, carried a clear surprise.

"You're Medical Fairy, aren't you? Hello, I'm Layton's fiancee, Melody, it's nice to meet you."