Ex-Wife Too Hard To Woo

Mr. Fitzgerald!

Kieran Fitzgerald, Mr. Fitzgerald…

The absurd idea again popped out in Freya’s mind, but how could Mr. Fitzgerald come to the Duxton Hotelat this time? What a coincidence, right?

Was it Mr. Fitzgerald really Mr. Fitzgerald?

Freya shook off the absurd idea in her mind. It must be a coincidence! Mr. Fitzgerald couldn’t be her ex-husband!

She was supposed to greet Kieran, but things didn’t work so well between them last night. Freya didn’t walk in the other direction.

They didn’t relate to each other, so it had better keep distance.

Kieran was talking on the phone by the window, and Freya entered the elevator at this time.

Room 9008.

Standing outside the hotel room, Freya was a little nervous.

It was her first time meeting her ex-husband. What should they talk about?

She didn’t know how to start the conversation, but she owed him a thank you.

Before Freya knocked on the door, she found the door was half-open.

Freya could have pushed the door open, but she knocked on the door on second thought.

“Mr. Fitz, this’s Freya. I’m coming in.”

No one answered the door. Freya heard that Mr. Fitz was aloof and distant, so she walked in after pondering for a moment.

It was a dark presidential suite. Freya was not used to the darkness because she would feel insecure in the boundless darkness.

She wanted to turn on the lights, but she was afraid Mr. Fitz had deliberately left the lights off. In case not to offend him, she didn’t do it.

“Mr. Fitz, are you in the room?”

There was no one inside the living room, so she went to the bedroom.

The bedroom door opened, and Freya raised her brows as she smelled a strong aroma.

She thought Mr. Fitz would be in the bedroom, but she was wrong.

The aroma was getting stronger in Freya’s nose and then her head. She felt dizzy.

Fabian gave a sinister smile as he watched Freya come upstairs. He had put the magical things in the aroma. The drug didn’t work on women, but he would be great in bed if a man smelled it. Tonight, it was going to lead Fitz right where he was dying to go

Freya did not find this odor strange. Although she was a doctor, she still couldn’t tell a drug from its smell.

The last time she could smell the drug in her dish because Maximus was too stupid to use drugs with a pungent smell. And Freya had been exposed to that drug when she was abroad.

Freya learned the lesson and put it down to experience.

Freya wore heels today, so she decided to sit down on the leather sofa after feeling a bit tired.

After soothing her swollen ankle, Freya checked the time on her phone. It was already ten past ten, and Mr. Fitz hadn’t shown up yet.

As Freya called Mrs. Elliott to ask about Mr. Fitz, she heard the door creak.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Freya put the phone back into her pocket. She thought it might be Mr. Fitz.

Freya quietly sat on the sofa in the dark. She wanted to turn the light on but did not find the light switch in the bedroom.

Kieran walked into the living room, but he could roughly see the inside through the darkness.

When he heard movement in the bedroom, his lips sealed into a sneer and went in.

As soon as he pushed open the bedroom door, a strong aroma flooded into his nose.

Kieran smelled it in Alisha’s apartment.

He would have killed Alisha for playing this stupid trick if she didn’t save his life.

Freya was risking her neck for this!

Kieran’s sinister smile grew wider. If the light was on, Freya could see the sharpness in Kieran’s eyes.

Kieran got closer, and he could only see a shadow sitting on a sofa.

Was she the gold digger?

Well, she didn’t exactly make it very easy on me even after the divorce!

Kieran looked down on such a skanky slut. Even if how many drugs she put in the aroma, Kieran won’t yield to her.

He felt it disgusted!

But Kieran had his way of punishing a slut. She needed men, so Kieran would satisfy her.

He had ordered Bradley to invite three men who had a bad reputation in the sex industry. When Kieran left the room, they would come in and satisfy her demand.

His eyes sparkled defiantly. Kieran wasn’t easy to get along with, so any woman who wanted to take advantage of him should pay the price.

When Freya saw someone enter, she stood up from the sofa.

She looked at the man in the darkness. Freya could not see his face, but from the outline, the man was as tall as about 6 feet and kept his back straight confidently.

Freya cleared her throat, “Mr. Fitz …”

She wanted to express her gratitude for what he did to help her five years ago. This man gave her a million to solve her urgent needs and saved Josiah’s life.

Before Freya could finish the sentence, a large stack of paper money smashed onto her face.

The new cash paper had sharp edges, which scratched Freya’s face. Blood seeped out from the wound, and the pain was sharp.

Her eyes burn with tears. She did not understand why Mr. Fitz did that to her!

The humiliation made Freya embarrassed.

She held her chin high defiantly. There might be some misunderstanding, and before she could explain, the man said in an icy tone, “What? Was ten million not enough? I didn’t expect you to set me up. You are such an ungrateful animal!”

Kieran closed the door with more force than necessary.

Freya’s tears rolled down her face. “Mr. Fitzgerald…”