Ex-Wife Too Hard To Woo

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you didn’t … ”

Seth looked at Kieran in front of him incredulously. It was Seth’s father who personally went over to Europe to deal with the aftermath of Kieran’s death, and he was always keeping an eye on the situation there, so he never thought that Kieran would still be alive.

However, the joy in Seth’s heart at seeing his uncle, whom he had admired since childhood, still alive and well, was more than a shock.

Only, with his uncle back, there was one more, unbridgeable obstacle between him and the boss.

“It’s a long story.”

Kieran said this, obviously not intending to explain to Seth in detail, he glanced at the woman in his arms who was drunken and hazy-eyed, and was both heartbroken and exasperated.

Was she drinking to drown her sorrows?

How dare she drink to drown her sorrows?

He wanted to beat the shit out of her, but more than that, he wanted to hold her tightly and never let go.

Looking at the two clinging to each other, Seth really felt quite superfluous to be here.

Forcibly suppressing the urge to snatch Freya away, Seth turned around and headed despondently in the direction of the car park.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Thinking of the lifeless look on Freya’s face when she mentioned Kieran, Seth knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to replace Kieran’s place in Freya’s heart.

But still, he was upset!

The true identity of the two little ones, which he had chosen to conceal, he could only make one mistake and bide his time, seeking a chance, to stand by Freya’s side.

Boss, I’m sorry I can’t manage to let go, I can’t do it and say to you in style that I wish you and uncle the happiness in the world!

Freya rubbed Kieran’s face hard in front of her, and after rubbing Kieran’s face, she rubbed her eyes.

In front of her, it was still Kieran’s handsome face.

Freya pulled her lips, she smiled bitterly and contentedly, “Mr. Fitzgerald, I see you, I was really dreaming.”

Freya wanted to say something else to Kieran, but her throat was so choked up that she couldn’t say the words that followed, and she buried her head directly, deep in his arms.

It was really a beautiful dream! She actually dreamt that Mr. Fitzgerald hugged her and she was able to pinch his handsome face with abandon.

If this was a dream, she wished she could sleep for a long time.

Freya had always hated drinking, but tonight, she was incredibly glad that she had drunk. When she got drunk, she could run into Mr. Fitzgerald.

Hearing Freya’s voice, Kieran’s heart pulled even harder, knowing that it must be hard for her to keep his plans from her.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Freya, it was just that the situation was unique and he was worried that Freya’s phone was tapped and that if he told her the truth, it would be detrimental to her, so he could only, forcibly, suppress the urge to run back to her and embrace her.

Kieran knew that by releasing the information about the hotel where he stayed in Europe, Mike would definitely find a way to get at him. Therefore, when Kieran went to Europe, he released false news and declared to the public that he was staying at the Champs Elysees Hotel.

He thought that Mike would do what he did to his second brother seven years ago, inside the hotel, in a thrilling shoot-out, but he never expected Mike to be so heartless as to blow up the Champs Elysees Hotel.

All the media in the country thought that he, Fabian and Bradley had been killed in that explosion, but in fact, all three of them, were intact.

Of course, Mike thought the three of them were dead, so that they could just take advantage of Lu Prim’s relaxed vigilance to deal a fatal blow to his forces buried in Europe.

Mike had been making more and more moves in Europe lately, and every move was aimed at Fitzgerald’s. Fitzgerald’s was handed over to him by his second brother, and he can’t afford to lose it, he must clear Mike’s forces there!

He succeeded, and Mike was defeated, his only regret being that in the final snipe, Mike fled in disarray, his whereabouts unknown.

However, now that Mike was in distress, he was unable to make too much of a stir for a while.

Kieran leaned down and kissed Freya’s lips, “Freya, you’re not dreaming! I’m back! I’m not dead, I’m still alive and well!”

“Mr. Fitzgerald, it’s so nice to dream that I can not only hold you but also hear your voice.”

Freya stood on tiptoe as she hugged him hard and pampered herself in his arms, “Mr. Fitzgerald, I feel so happy now, it turns out, dreaming is happier than being awake.”

When she was awake, life was cold and barren, and when she dreamed, she could still hug Mr. Fitzgerald.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, promise me that every night from now on, you will enter my dreams, okay?”

“No.” Kieran replied without even thinking about it.

Hearing Kieran’s reply, Freya’s body visibly stiffened.

After entering her dream tonight, will Mr. Fitzgerald never wanted to talk to her again?

The thought of not seeing Mr. Fitzgerald in the future, even in her dreams, it was so unbearable that Freya’s shoulders could not control the twitching.

Kieran did not understand why Freya suddenly became so upset, he felt that there was nothing wrong with what he had just said. They were so good to snuggle in real life, why did they have to meet in a dream?

When Kieran saw how drunk Freya was, he picked her up in his arms, intending to take her back to Kelsington Bay to sober her up.

As Kieran had just put Freya in the back seat, Freya turned around and pinned him down in the seat like a female bully.

Freya’s eyes were red, and the tip of her nose, too, carried a pitying redness. Since, in future, Mr. Fitzgerald was not willing to enter her dreams again, then simply she would sleep to death.

“Freya, stop it! Let’s go home.”

He couldn’t stand to be teased in front of her, and now that she was so active, he couldn’t control himself.

But Fabian was still in the car.

With this in mind, Kieran carried Freya off of him and sat upright, with the air of a rather austere and inviolable king.

Kieran actually carried Freya away very gently, but the feeling he gave Freya was that she was disliked by him.

In reality, she would never be able to see Mr. Fitzgerald, but she never thought that in her dream, she would be so disliked by Mr. Fitzgerald.

With this thought, the corners of Freya’s eyes became uncontrollably moist.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, what do you mean by that?! You left me behind, even in my dream, do you not want to care about me?!”

Freya wiped the corners of her eyes hard and said almost fiercely, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can’t bully me like that!”

“You don’t want me, you let me be a widow, do you believe it … do you believe it or not tomorrow I’ll find someone to marry!”