My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Give her knowledge of Kieran, she felt that he would not refuse.

However, Kieran replied with a simple and concise "Yes".

Freya only had a dumbfounded face, what did Mr. Fitzgerald mean by this, did he want to have a meal with this

ordinary friend or not?

Freya is not a roundworm in Mr. Fitzgerald's stomach, she can't understand what the man deep inside is thinking, so

she simply doesn't waste any more brain cells and sits in the living room waiting for the rabbits.

Even if Mr. Fitzgerald didn't want to have dinner with her, this was his villa after all, so she didn't believe that he

would not come back!

Freya waited for less than half an hour before she heard the sound of a vehicle outside. She knew it was Mr.

Fitzgerald who had returned and hurriedly put the food inside the microwave to heat it up.

When Kieran entered, Freya was standing at the door of the living room, she looked at him with a smile, "Brother,

from now on we are ordinary friends, between friends, we have to love each other more!"

Love each other?

Kieran frowned. Who cares to love this heartless woman!

But he was holding his breath in his stomach, and he didn't bother to talk such nonsense to Freya.

When Kieran didn't say anything, Freya didn't get angry. With a smile in her eyes and a brisk pace, she took out the

food from the microwave oven and put it on the table attentively.

Tonight, she made seafood lump soup, the soup was a bit too full and when she brought it to the table, the soup

overflowed, the hot soup poured over her hands.

Freya's face twisted that she couldn't help but turn white. In fact, she quite wanted to pathetically put her hand out

in front of Kieran to gain some sympathy, but she knew that he hated her now and if she did that, he would only

think she was being pretentious, so she put her burned hand behind her back.

The hot soup poured over the back of her hand, instantly reddening a large area, which would definitely cause

blisters in a while.

Kieran's brows knitted together, he almost couldn't control himself and grabbed Freya's hand over to examine the

injury on the back of her hand, but thinking that now they had broken up and were just ordinary friends, he finally

stood still in all cold silence, not saying a word.

Freya did not like the atmosphere to be too stiff, and during the meal, she kept talking to Kieran to regulate the

atmosphere, and even if she got no response at all, there was not a single shred of depression.

She likes Mr. Fitzgerald so much, even if he is only willing to give her a cold face, she is happy to be so close to him.

After finishing the meal, Freya cleared the table and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Kieran was about to go upstairs, when he saw Freya carrying the bowl into the kitchen, he couldn't help but think

again of the large patch of red on the back of her hand.

He couldn't resist turning around and following Freya right in the direction of the kitchen.

When he reached the kitchen door, his footsteps stopped abruptly again. Their current relationship was, at best, an

ordinary friend after a breakup, not to mention that she only had a hand injury, and even if she had her hand

chopped off, it would be irrelevant to him.

With this in mind, Kieran stopped staying downstairs, turned around and headed upstairs to his room.

The back of Freya's hand was already quite sore, and it hurt even more when it got wet while washing the dishes.

She wanted to go outside to buy some medicine for her burns, but Mr. Fitzgerald didn't kick her out, and she

couldn't bear to leave like that, so after thinking about it, she decided to ignore the injury on her hand for the time

being and stay with Mr. Fitzgerald.

It shouldn't be a problem to stay overnight at a normal friend's house or something!

Freya smilingly went upstairs and stood at the door of Kieran's room, "Brother, it's so late, it's not safe for me on

the road, so why don't I just stay here for a night?"

Fearing that she might be thrown out by Kieran, she hurriedly continued, "Brother, don't worry, I'll sleep on the

sofa, I know we're ordinary friends, I know what to do."

"Whatever!"

Kieran didn't promise to let her stay overnight, but his words weren't exactly kicking her out, so Freya happily went

downstairs, intending to take a shower and then have a good night's sleep on the sofa in the living room.

Kieran's villa is very large and has quite a few guest rooms, but, he has no intention of having guests stayed here,

and inside the guest rooms, so there are no beds.

The bed in his room was the only one left in the large villa.

Freya didn't like sleeping on the sofa, but when she thought that she would be able to have breakfast with Mr.

Fitzgerald in the morning, she happily lay down on the sofa with her blanket after taking a shower.

What will she make for breakfast tomorrow morning?

Dumplings?

Freya thought about it and decided to cook noodles, the last time she gave Mr. Fitzgerald dumplings, but they were

thrown away by him, he might not like them, he always liked to eat noodles cooked by her.

Thinking of the image of Mr. Fitzgerald eating her noodles tomorrow morning, the corners of Freya's lips couldn't

help but rise, and soon, she drifted off to sleep.

Kieran was completely sleepless after his bath.

He had just treated the woman so coldly, she would, by now, have gone back.

Although he felt that Freya must have gone back, Kieran still intended to go downstairs to have a look.

However, he had just reached the stairway when he saw Freya cowering on the floor.

Apparently, she had just slept on the sofa, but because she was not a good sleeper and because the sofa was

rather narrow, she rolled off the sofa.

She was sleeping soundly, probably dreaming of something beautiful, and the corners of her lips curved,

uncontrollably, upwards.

Perhaps the ground was too hard and she couldn't help but frown again, as if to make herself slightly more

comfortable, and she rolled over and went back to sleep on her back.

He turned around, trying to ignore Freya's presence, but the ground was too cool and even in early summer,

sleeping on the floor was not good for health.

To Freya he was not cold-faced and cold-hearted enough after all, and with a quick step downstairs, he threw her

into the upstairs room.

Ordinary friends?

Kieran snorted, well, their relationship is not ordinary!

However, since they had already broken up, Kieran had no intention of touching Freya again.

He placed her on the far side of the king-size bed and with that he lay down on the other side of it.

There is a large area in between, as if there was a river.

It's just that someone wants to cross this river.