Twins and Ex-wife

Kieran had a pair of deep, dark, predatory and even fierce eyes.

Freya was afraid of pain. Now she was particularly afraid because if Mr. Fitzgerald hit her, her originally scalded wrist would cause her more pain.

What’s more, she knew clearly that her power was weaker than Mr. Fitzgerald’s pinkie’s.

Freya was scared, so she closed her eyes naturally. She thought that a new wave of pain would attack her in the next second. However, unexpectedly, instead of pain, his velvety voice reached her.

He said, “I believe you.”

His voice was as warm as the breeze in Spring.

He believed her.

Freya opened her eyes instantly as she was covered by such a warm voice which she hadn’t felt for a long time. In her whole life, whenever she had some conflicts or quarrels with Alisha and Maximus would never believe her. It was really warm to be trusted.

However, it was a great pity that the one who was willing to believe her was Alisha’s boyfriend.

When Freya signed secretly, Kieran said slowly, “What’s more, I am not Alisha’s boyfriend.”

Kieran finally looked away from Freya’s hand and stared at Linda’s hands coldly. He asked, “Which one of your hands hurt her?”

Linda didn’t understand why Kieran would ask her this question and she lightly moved her right hand in a stiff way.

Kieran’s sight immediately fell on Linda’s right hand. In that instant, Linda felt that her right hand was going to be cut off.

“Cut that hand off.”

bodyguards dressed in black rushed in from the outside as they heard the order. They closed and guarded the door of the café, not

them had left the café before she noticed. She now began to chatter

limped over with his wounded leg in plaster and said, “Fitz, you

more and she looked at

there to help her, yet his following words almost scared her

would be a great waste if we directly cut off her hands. Look at her skin—how smooth and how fair! We should directly throw her into the boiling oil and

horror. Were they

Fitzgerald was cruel and would eat

and held his legs tightly and implored, “Mr. Fitzgerald, don’t do that to me! I

Fitzgerald, I did the wrong thing! I shouldn’t splash the coffee! I will apologize

away heavily, which made her fall to

but he had too powerful and scary an air for

Satan, but when he looked at Freya, Linda saw in his eyes a shade of

to think about that shade of tenderness. She only wanted

“Mr. Fitzgerald, I did the wrong thing, really. But please don’t cut my hands off! I will leave Freya alone from

kept on observing Freya’s red-swollen

Fitzgerald, thank you. But I don’t want

shade of hope in Linda’s heart. She knew that Freya was the only one that could help her to keep her hands now. She threw herself on Freya’s feet and implored, “Freya, I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have done that! I couldn’t control myself just now! I regret what I had done to you! I beg you now! Please spare

am not helping you. I just want to take the revenge

and said, “Mr. Fitzgerald, can you ask someone to

a wrong. Freya wouldn’t cut Linda’s hands off, but she

café was efficient. Soon, the manager of the café served them a cup of boiling-hot coffee. Seeing the heat emitted

down on her face. She cast a pitiable look at Kieran and Freya—no

am sorry! I am truly sorry! I was an idiot just now! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” seeing that Freya picked up that cup