Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 127 The night was Tender and Picturesque

Remy gritted his teeth. It was his only chance. If Kieran didn't die, he would be the one who died, so he had to hit at once!

Seeing Remy's fierce action, Freya was extremely anxious. Kieran's falling from the sky was a redemption she could not have dreamed of. But she would rather die than Kieran be killed by Remy, the mad dog, because of her!

Remy did not hurt Kieran. Before the knife touched Kieran's chest, Kieran kicked him out the door.

Remy's body was smashed into the yard. He clutched the knife in his hand and struggled to get up, but he failed. Remy couldn't get up, but she was unwilling to give up. With almost all his strength, he threw the knife at Kieran. Kieran, or Freya, he must take one with him, or he would not be content!

Kieran was on his guard and caught Remy's knife with precision. His wrists flipped and the knife flew straight for Remy. Remy realized something. His eyes opened wide and he tried to move away, but his body could not move.

He could only watch as the cold, shining knife came at him with perfect precision, and he howled bitterly.

"Ouch!"

"I will not let you go! I will not let you go!"

"Freya, you dirty woman, even if I die, it won't change the fact that you're mine!"

"Bitch..."

Before Remy could say the rest, Kieran kicked him hard in the face. He was already devastated by the pain and passed out when Kieran kicked him.

Kieran was ok.

Freya stared blankly at Kieran standing in front of him.

There were visible scratches on his suit and cuts on the back of his hand. It was clear that he had not come by detour, but had come down the cliff, otherwise he would not have found here so quickly. Freya wanted to cry. Kieran didn't seem to be just playing around with her. He really cared about her!

"Kieran..."

Just now, when she was beaten so badly by Remy and was hurt all over, she did not cry. But at this moment, looking at the man covered with dirt but still full of precious temperament, Freya could not help but burst into tears.

She didn't like to cry. She really didn't.

Crying wouldn't solve anything in times of crisis. Crying was a sign of weakness, and she hated women who cried so easily.

Besides, crying would make her tears look cheap, and her heart, too.

But in front of Kieran, Freya just couldn't control her tears, as if she could easily drop all her strength and guard against him. Kieran came forward, and he pressed Freya into his arms.

His voice, deep and husky, was sweeter than the most beautiful cello music.

"Freya, don't cry."

He hated to see her crying.

Because his heart was gonna hurt.

"Kieran, I knew you'd come. I knew you'd be here..."

Freya pressed head against Kieran's chest, her ears could feel his heart beating, and her heart was at peace.

How nice it was! He was like a tree, which could keep out all the wind and rain for her.

After leaving here, they might return to the way they had been before, but here, far away from the world, she wanted to cuddle with him, to hold him.

Just like it was a good dream.

"Freya, don't cry, don't cry..."

Kieran was really bad at comforting women. He didn't know what to say to make Freya stop crying, so he repeated the words over and over again to make her stop crying. Hearing Kieran's words, Freya cried even harder. She was like a lost child who, when she finally found her way home, would of course have the audacity to cry.

Kieran was torn by the tears on Freya's face. He told her not to cry, but she continued to cry badly. He could only bend down and kiss away her tears. So gently, as in a dream.

Who would have believed that Kieran, famously ruthless and decisive in business, would hold a woman in the palm of his hand and treat her like a treasure? There was one thing Kieran didn't say. He said to himself, Freya, I would never make you cry again.

At the time, Kieran really didn't want Freya to cry, but fate was out of his control. He was the one who made Freya cry the most in her life. But that was a story for another day.

Freya thought of Remy saying she was already his, and she couldn't help but turn to Kieran and say, "Kieran, Remy, he... he didn't get to do it."

She knew she and Kieran couldn't be together, and there were things she didn't have to say to him, but she didn't want Kieran to misunderstand her. She was afraid he would think she was dirty.

Kieran didn't say anything. He just moved away from Freya's eye and kissed her softly and fondly on the lips.

Of course he didn't believe Remy's bullshit. If Remy had it so easy, she would not have bruises all over her body from kicks and punches.

Besides, even if she did have sex with Remy, he wouldn't give up on her. He was the one who pushed her into danger. He would rather she surrender to Remy than let her get hurt so much.

He whispered on her lips again and again, "Freya, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm sorry..."

Freya knew that the kiss was wrong and she shouldn't have kissed Kieran, but at this moment, she couldn't control her heart.

Just one more fling, one more fling, and then they would be strangers again.

Freya also thought about being with Kieran regardless. But when they were together, should the kids call him dad or uncle?

This kind of relationship was too messy. She could not care less about the world's eyes, but she could not let the two children be blamed by the world.

Closing her eyes, she gently responded to his kiss. She had forgotten the present moment and thought only of this moment.

Suddenly, he hugged her so hard, and a touch of worry and loss came into his voice though he was so proud.

He said, "Freya, I'm really afraid I'll never see you again."

The last layer of protection in Freya's heart collapsed, and her heart quivered. She thought, even if this life they were doomed not to be together, she also wanted to give himself to the man in this moment, to be together with him in the moonlight which was tender and picturesque.

She stood on tiptoe, and her lips went deep into his. It was a silent invitation.☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐