Twins and Ex-wife novel Chapter 127

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.