Twins and Ex-wife
Chapter 645 Freya I will be responsible for you

The private room on the top floor of the Blues is said to be a private room but is actually more like a guest room.

The private rooms on the top floor are luxuriously decorated and in no way inferior to the presidential suites of five-star hotels.

The chandelier inside the living room, with its hazy light, sprinkled on Freya's face, setting off her face delicate.

Jacob froze, how could he have not expected that the woman inside the box would be Freya?

The only woman he has ever moved to in all his years of living.

Looking at the face in front of him that had intruded into his dreams countless times in midnight dreams, Jacob instantly felt that the drug inside his body, which had been easily suppressed by the cold shower just now, had started to frantically invade every nerve in his body again.

His body, for a moment, was terribly hot, and his eyes could not be controlled to glow.

His body, especially as he watched her smilingly take a step towards him, was hot as a branding iron.

"Freya."

Jacob opened his mouth, his sharp eyes locked on Freya's face, unknowingly, but tinged with a layer of indescribable softness.

After he took over the reins of the Wells', he was thunderous and ruthless in his methods, damaging the interests of many elderly members of the family.

Those elderly were shoving women at him almost every other day in an attempt to break down his layers of defences and get some advantage out of him. Unfortunately, he was so cold-hearted that he threw out all the women.

If, this time, it was another woman they had sent, he would not have hesitated to throw her out of the window, but the woman standing in front of him now was Freya.

She smiled lightly at him.

He suddenly felt that this time those elderly were so to his liking that it was not a bad idea for him to give them some favours.

After meeting Freya, he had investigated Freya's background. She was a widow of Mr. Fitzgerald, and it was widely rumoured among high society that she had been banished from the Fitzgerald family after Mr. Fitzgerald's death.

He doesn't care that she has been married and has had children, he will protect her.

"Hey handsome, let me tell you a fortune!"

Freya stared dumbly at Jacob in front of her, she had drunk too much wine tonight, heaven and earth were shaking, the only thing she could see, now, was that face of Mr. Fitzgerald.

She wants to tell him his fortune!

"You've drunk?"

Jacob frowned, Freya looked like she had drunk.

What he did to her while she was drunk seemed a bit of taking advantage of the situation, but she didn't seem to hate him, and besides, he would be responsible for her, and it wasn't a loss for her. Freya stumbled forward and grabbed his wrist with one hand.

She lifted her face to look at him, and there was a distinctly pleasing look on that face.

"I'll tell your fortune...... I'll tell your fortune, and in the future, don't leave me again, OK?"

Jacob's throat tightened, could it be that this long unrequited love was not his wishful thinking, but that she actually missed him in her heart too?

Jacob knew that the possibility was really slim and remote, but at this moment, he still wanted to deceive himself.

"I'll tell your fortune......"

When Jacob was in a trance, Freya had grabbed his wrist, "I see, you like me."

With that, Freya raised her face and just giggled out softly.

Mr. Fitzgerald likes her!

How could Mr. Fitzgerald not like her!

Even if he had lost his memory, even if he had hurt her time and again with the most vicious words, she could still feel that, in fact, Mr. Fitzgerald was deeply attracted to her! Originally, tonight, Jacob had no intention of being a decent man, and after hearing Freya's words, he was even more completely unable to control himself.

With a turn, he fiercely pressed Freya against the door of the room in front of him, and his burning kiss, then, covered her lips.

The man's voice, which had lost its usual coldness, was tinged with certain loveliness.

He said, "Freya, I will be responsible for you."

Kieran did not work late tonight.

Thinking that in the evening Freya would come over to pester him for dinner, he drove his car to the villa just as it was time to leave work. Kieran was chagrined in his mind.

This morning, what he said seemed to be a bit hard to hear.

He said that Freya was not as good as a prostitute, for he had to pay for a lady, but she was totally free.

He knew that Freya was so heartless, but when he thought of her face in the morning, he couldn't help but feel pain in his heart.

Tonight, he will be kind to her.

After all, he was happy with her, the fuck buddy.

When Kieran returned to the villa, he found that Freya had not come over.

The hospital is also just getting off work now, and she may not arrive before him with his car driving so fast.

He subconsciously took out his phone to see if there were any messages from Freya. After swiping through his phone, Kieran's face took on a distinctly disappointed look. Not a single missed call or message.

Kieran suddenly had an indescribable irritation in his heart, didn't she like to shamelessly pester him?

How come she didn't even send him a single message all day today?

Kieran grumpily lit a cigarette, he suddenly had the feeling that he was not cherished anymore.

That feeling was extraordinarily hard to bear.

Perhaps his words in the morning had really broken her heart.

He took the initiative to cook tonight, after all, they will have to be fuck buddies or ordinary friends in the future, it is still somewhat necessary to maintain a good relationship. Kieran got up, took out the ingredients from inside the fridge and went into the kitchen.

Now, he only hoped that Freya wouldn't feel so bad because of what he had said this morning, forgetting that he had once said that he would never look at Freya, a shameless woman, again in his life! There are quite a few ingredients inside the fridge, and Kieran has cooked several dishes. He is smart and learns things quickly, so it is naturally not difficult for him to do things like cooking. Only, after he finished cooking, Freya still didn't come over.

He went inside the living room to check his phone, which also remained excessively quiet.

Kieran was so angry that he wanted to throw his own phone out, but after thinking about it, he grabbed his own phone and dialed Freya's number.

Almost immediately, the call was answered, and after a short silence, Kieran tried to hang up again.

Clearly, she was the one pestering him, and now, he's chasing after her ass!

He's just addicted to being a bitch!

A long, slender finger, sliding across the phone screen, was about to end the call, but Kieran heard a man's voice, saying, Freya, I will be responsible for you.