Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 103 What’s Done is Done

Fabian knew that Freya Stahler went to a charity dinner tonight. There weren’t many people called

“Freya”, and he thought most of the women at charity dinners were ugly, and Freya was the best

looking among them. He was almost certain that the Freya fairy Stephen was talking about was the

Freya he knew.

“Dr. Stahler, Freya Stahler!”

Stephen still looked like the idiot son of the landlord, “Pryce, did you see that video of Freya beating up

the bad guy in the hospital? She is so fucking cool! Tonight, Freya is even cooler. I think I may have

found love.”

Unfortunately, Freya didn’t seem too interested in him. He had to have sex with her before she fell head

over heels in love with him.

Plus, he got beat up by Freya tonight. Of course, he wouldn’t tell Fabian something so humiliating.

Fabian gave Stephen a complicated look. He always thought Coleman liked to look for trouble and is

happy to die. Now it seemed that he was more than happy to die, he had dug his own grave.

Fabian enjoyed abusing Stephen, but knowing that Stephen was going to be punched by someone who

was insanely powerful, he didn’t have the heart to hurt Stephen’s little heart anymore, so he gave him a

sympathetic look.

Fabian glanced sideways at Kieran. Sure enough, when Stephen said Freya’s name, Kieran’s

handsome face turned black like the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were darkening like he was going to

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Fabian could only wish that Coleman may rest in peace.

Although Christ didn’t say anything, when Stephen said Freya’s name, he secretly curled his lips and

looked like he was waiting for the show.

Stephen remained absorbed in his own fantasy, completely unaware of the danger around him. He just

felt the temperature in the room suddenly drop a little.

He rubbed his nose quietly, hoping he hadn’t caught a cold. He had to kiss his Freya fairy tonight. He

mustn’t catch a cold!

Stephen took a leisurely sip of his red wine, “You guys are so clueless. I didn’t even have a chance to

kiss my Freya fairy before you called me to the party. Tonight, I must...”

Fabian didn’t want Stephen to die too badly, so he interrupted Stephen at the right time, “Coleman, do

you like Redwood, Silkwood, Rosewood or Pearwood?”

“Pryce, what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you suddenly asking me such ridiculous questions?

What would I buy wood for?”

“Wood for a coffin!” Fabian said solemnly. “Coleman, you’re going to die anyway, so I’m going to buy

you a coffin. Come on, what material do you like?”

“Fuck off!” Stephen gave Fabian a fierce look. “You're the one who’s gonna die! And I’m gonna spend

the night with my Freya fairy...”

Stephen had barely finished his sentence when he felt his face hurt and his body hit the leather sofa

behind him.

Kieran stood before him with a cold face and dark clouds in his eyes, as if he wanted to cut him to

pieces.

Stephen shuddered uncontrollably at Kieran’s cannibalistic gaze. For a moment, he had the feeling that

Kieran was going to beat the hell out of him.

“Kieran, you are so fucking violent! Did I do something to offend you?”

Stephen’s strength was so different from Kieran’s that he couldn’t help but shudder. He felt really

wronged. He just laughed at Kieran, didn’t he? Why did he hit him like that?

He used to laugh at him and was never hit by him! Was Kieran really a psychopath because had never

touched a woman?!

Stephen felt bright red blood oozing from the corner of his lips and whispered a curse. Kieran was such

a pain in the neck. He wondered if his face had swollen from the beating. If he got beaten up and

disfigured, how could he spend the night with his Freya fairy?!

Kieran did not speak, but stared at him with cold eyes. Stephen gasped, but before he could recover,

Kieran punched him hard in the face again.

“Oh, my gosh! Kieran, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

Stephen couldn’t stand it. He covered his face and said, “Don’t hit me in the face! How am I supposed

to get close to my Freya fairy if you punch me in the face?!”

“Ouch!”

Stephen let out a shrill scream before he could utter the next words. He sat on the ground and

screamed, “Kieran, you got a beef with me, don’t you? I know, you’re jealous of me! No one wants you,

but I have my Freya fairy! Kieran, I’m telling you, you’ll never find a woman as good as Freya in your

next life!”

Stephen said miserably, “Freya fairy, I’m so sad. I need you…”

“Bang!”

Stephen was slammed to the ground by Kieran, and Fabian and Christ silently covered their faces.

Coleman was asking for it. Why was he still talking about Freya fairy when he was beaten like this? It

seemed that he was determined to be killed by Kieran, wasn’t he?

“Fuck! Kieran, stop it!”

Stephen kept backing away. “Where the hell are you trying to hit? Fuck! How am I supposed to make

out with my Freya fairy if you hit my dick?”

Fabian continued to cover his face. Coleman wanted Kieran to beat him to death, didn’t he?

Sure enough, the thought crossed Fabian’s mind when he heard a slap.

Fabian closed his eyes. They were friends, after all, and he couldn’t bear to see Stephen get his face

punched like a pig.

Kieran was in the throes of his beating, and Freya, who had been in a deep sleep, suddenly got up

from the sofa in the corner.

She stumbled to Kieran, opened her misty eyes and grabbed his wrist.

Stephen gasped when Freya grabbed Kieran’s wrist. It was a fairy he had picked up. How could Kieran,

a violent maniac, rob it?

“Freya fairy, he’s a bad guy. Yes, come to me. I’ll protect you!”

Freya didn’t seem to hear Stephen’s words. She just stared stupidly into Kieran’s face and smiled.

“Handsome, do we know each other?”

Fabian’s jaw dropped at Freya’s words. Was she too drunk to recognize Kieran?

Kieran’s face was grim, and he growled, “Yes!”

“Handsome, I knew it! We’ve met before! Do you have a girlfriend?” Freya asked as she moved closer

to Kieran, her face bemused.