My Talented Babies & Genius Wife

Chapter 825 Mr. Fitzgerald and Regina's Wedding

What made him feel even more ridiculous was that, as Freya darted down from the upper floors, he was still under the bright starlight, facing the rain of roses, reverently kneeling down on one knee and asking her, "Freya, will you marry me?"

Clearly, it was a ridiculous and unrealistic dream, yet he could clearly hear his own heartbeat, so nervous and irregular that it surged and seemed to be bursting out of his chest.

"I do."

A voice rang out, only, this voice was not Freya's voice. A hand landed in his palm was a man's.

Stephen imitated the woman's tune and said to him, "Kieran, I am willing to marry you, so you should quickly put a ring on my finger."

"Get out!"

He threw Stephen away in a rage, his face full of disgust? Who wanted him to marry him, what he wanted, since the beginning, was only Freya.

Freya's soft voice rang through the air and, in an instant, smoothed out all the rage in his heart.

She smiled more beautiful than the moon in the night sky, and she said, "Mr. Fitzgerald, I do."

Lest he accidentally clutch the wrong hand again, he grabbed her hand hard and asked again apprehensively and excitedly, "Freya, I love you, will you marry me?"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, I've just said I do!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and put the ring on me!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, you didn't even forget to prepare the ring, did you?"

"Freya, you are already tied up by me, in this life, you will never be able to escape!"

"Mr. Fitzgerald, my heart is already tied to you, I can't escape!"

Hot lips entwined, as if this moment was a lifetime, he heard himself say to her, "Wife, I love you, only you."

Mr. Fitzgerald, Kieran!

Kieran jerked awake from his sleep, his eyes unfathomable but with obvious confusion. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Why did he have such a strange dream?

He was obviously Simon, so why would he dream that he had turned into his brother Kieran?

This dream was so real, as if, it was not a dream, but something that he had really experienced.

In Kieran's heart, a particularly unbelievable thought suddenly arose, could it be that he was not Simon, he was really his brother Kieran?

He shook his head hard, trying to dismiss the absurdity of the thought.

He was Simon! He did forget a lot of things after he woke up from his vegetative state, but he clearly remembered that he was Simon!

If he even gets himself wrong, then what is the point of living this life!

So, he can't be Kieran, he can only be Simon!

In his mind, he had hypnotised himself again and again, but the absurdity of the thought is still not removed.

Jaden and Jayla had been pestering him for a paternity test with him, Freya always treated him as if he is his younger brother, and even his real mother said he is Kieran!

Could it be that they really didn't think of him as a stand-in for Kieran, but that he was originally Kieran?

How is this possible!

How can the world be so ridiculous that someone can't even get who they are!

Kieran clutched his head hard, the intense pain that quickly wrapped his entire brain tightly, and in the chaos, so many blurred images flashed in front of him, and he tried hard to catch something, but he couldn't catch anything.

It seemed like a century had passed before the pain, which was almost like prying open the brain, slowly disappeared.

Those blurred, broken images, too, disappear with this pain, completely gone.

He slowly opened his eyes and it had dawned.

And today, it was his and Regina's wedding.

A wedding should be one of the happiest things in life, but when he thought of marrying Regina, Kieran's heart was indescribably tired.

But no matter how much he rejects being with Regina, they will get married.

He was always going to marry a woman anyway, and he didn't want to upset his grandmother, so he might as well marry Regina.

Because there is no half-expectation for this wedding, until now, Kieran has not even gone to try on the dress, marrying someone he does not love is just a vain formality, it does not matter what one wears.

If the woman he had to marry was Freya, he thought that he would have done everything in the wedding himself.

Unfortunately, that heartless woman never truly loved him, only trampled on his heart!

He picked up a black suit, looked so serious and solemn that it was not as if he was attending a joyous wedding, but rather a funeral.

When Bradley found out he was going to marry Regina, he was the first to object. He couldn't stand him being too noisy and sent Bradley straight away on a business trip to the middle of nowhere, where the signal was so bad that when Bradley called him recently, he never got through.

He couldn't help but think that if Bradley had attended his wedding today, he would have been grimacing like he was crying for someone!

Kieran smiled to himself, this wedding of his was indeed unpopular. Fabian and the others all firmly opposed to it, even absent en masse, even Patricia would only grit her teeth in anger.

But no matter how much this wedding is not expected, he will marry Regina.

That cruel woman doesn't give a damn about him, and he's going to live it up, high and unattainable!

Because he was not at all concerned about the wedding, Kieran was extraordinarily relaxed today.

What he repelled most was the intimacy between Freya and his brother Kieran, but today, as if looking for abuse, he actually opened a news item posted by some boring media.

'An Inventory of Kieran and Freya's Lovey-dovey Moments'.

This journalist wrote this article was because he was moved by 'Undying' and he had the privilege of witnessing Freya and Kieran’s love, which, in his opinion, is the undying love.

Sliding the phone bit by bit, the self-deprecating smile at the corner of Kieran's lips became more and more obvious.

His brother and Freya were indeed very much in love with each other.

Suddenly, Kieran's hand lurched and when he saw the picture on the screen, he could no longer take his eyes off it.

It was, in the hospital, when Freya was given a hard time and someone threw acid on her, his brother Kieran defied the odds and held her in his arms, shielding her from the acid-encroaching.

The image that came to his mind in that small village when he rescued the abducted Jayla flashed clearly once again.

He saw the danger coming and tightened his own arms around Freya while a large bottle of acid was poured onto his back as far as it would go.

He could even feel the pain of the acid corroding his skin and tearing his heart out.

Kieran's pupils suddenly tightened. This was clearly something his brother Kieran and Freya had experienced between them, why would he see it?

Who the hell is he?