Ex-Wife Too Hard To Woo

Freya turned her face away in a panic, but she could not break free of him. She did not want to get any closer to him, but her outstretched hand froze in the air at the thought of the bloody wound on his back.

If she pushed him away like that, she’s going to tear his wound apart, and he was hurt because he saved her, and she couldn’t… make him worse.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, let go of me! You are confused, let go of me!”

Instead of pushing him away, Freya tried to reason with Kieran to wake him up. “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can’t Hold Me Like This! I’m Sethy’s girlfriend, you’re his Uncle, and you can’t do this to me!”

Is She Seth’s girlfriend?

Kieran didn’t open his eyes, but he frowned.

He didn’t like it very much.

Feeling his closeness, Freya’s brain was fried; she almost forgot what day it was today.

Thinking about her commitment to Seth, her brain, just woke up, and she pushed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, you can’t do this! You Can’t!”

So close together, as if they were a pair of lovers deeply in love.

But her lover was not Kieran, it was Seth!

“Mr. Fitzgerald, let go of me!”

Fearing that it would pull the wound on his back, Freya did not dare to use too much strength, and she had to plead in a low voice to him.

Kieran’s lips parted, and he spoke suddenly, with a mesmerizing voice.

“Freya, I’m hungry.”

It dawned on Freya that Mr. Fitzgerald had just treated her that way because he was hungry.

Did Mr. Fitzgerald just mistake her for a ham?

With this in mind, Freya hurriedly said, “Mr. Fitzgerald, I’m not a ham! Stop Eating Me! If you want to eat something, I’ll cook some pasta for you now, OK?”

Freya’s words seemed to work. Kieran slowly let her go. His eyes still closed, had a serious look on his face, as if he were trying to think.

After a long time, Freya heard him say with some disgust, “I don’t eat ham. Ham doesn’t taste good.”

“well…” Freya answered weakly. She was quite sure that Mr. Fitzgerald had eaten her as something delicious.

“Mr. Fitzgerald, what would you like to eat? Shall I cook your pasta or order takeout?”

Kieran still looked disgusted. “I don’t eat pasta, and I don’t eat takeout.”

Looking at the face of Kieran, Freya was really speechless, Mr. Fitzgerald was always demure cool, and arrogant, did not think such a mature and calm person, could be so childish when he was sick.

Picky Eater?!

That’s What Kids Do!

When Kieran turned, Freya saw the wound on his back that she had just bandaged, and the thought of him risking his life for her made her heart go soft.

She patiently asked him, “Mr. Fitzgerald, what do you like to eat? You tell me what you like to eat, and I’ll make it, OK?”

Kieran’s wound made him have a higher fever than last time, and Freya was asking questions that he couldn’t really hear.

He only vaguely heard Freya seemed to be going to cook for him. How can a woman he likes to cook for him! He wouldn’t let her Cook!This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Pryce!” Kieran thought for a moment, and then confidently called out Fabian’s name.

If anyone’s Going to Cook, it’s going to be Pryce.

“Huh?!”

Freya was stunned, confused as hell, Mr. Fitzgerald wanted to eat Fabian?!

Freya stood stiffly in the same place. She also enjoyed reading nonsense billionaire love novels. In those novels, the billionaire would often say something suggestive and dirty to the female lead.

I want to eat you.

Now, Mr. Fitzgerald wanted to eat… Fabian!

How could Mr. Fitzgerald want to eat Fabian?!

Freya felt that she’s been influenced by Kiki and that she was now kind of into bromance, Mr. Fitzgerald couldn’t really have any dirty thoughts for Fabian, could he?

Mr. Fitzgerald loathed her, thought that she was dirty, but always put his hands on her, could it be, Mr. Fitzgerald did that to her, just to cover up the fact that he liked man?

In other words, Mr. Fitzgerald was trying to prove that he is also interested in women, but she really could not arouse his interest, and in the end, he failed.

Mr. Fitzgerald’s true love was Fabian!

For a moment, Freya had a million thoughts in her head, and eventually, she decided to go to Fabian.

The person Mr. Fitzgerald wanted to see the most was Fabian, who, of course, had to take care of him.

With this in mind, Freya rushed out of the room without looking back.

When she went downstairs, Fabian was sitting on the sofa in the living room eating snacks. Seeing Freya coming down, he was slightly surprised.

He ate another snack “Dr. Stahler, why are you down here? How are Fitz’s wounds? Is He going to die? Dr. Stahler, you better get up there and take care of Fitz, he’s desperate to see you, and if he wakes up and doesn’t see you, he’s going to go crazy again!”

Freya swallowed weakly. She struggled to find her voice. “Are you sure it’s Me Mr. Fitzgerald wants to see?”

“Dr. Stahler, what do you mean? If Fitz doesn’t want to see you. Does he want to see me?!”

Freya did not answer Fabian’s words. She said to herself, “Mr. Fitzgerald said… he said he was hungry.”

“hungry?” Fabian looked dazed. “Yes, Fitz hasn’t had his dinner yet, and he needs to be patched up for his injury! I’ll have someone prepare something.”

“No, Mr. Fitzgerald won’t eat it.” Ignoring Fabian’s surprise, Freya paused and then said, “Mr. Fitzgerald said he wants to eat you.”