Twins and Ex-wife

Chapter 1317 Cealan Rises to the Occasion for Her

"Kieran, don't!"

Freya was so anxious that his voice was about to burst, this man, so stupid, knowing that even if he

lost a hand, Edward would not let him go, he still went out of his way to protect her in the best way he

could.

Cealan's brow knitted, he obviously didn't expect that Kieran would slash at his own wrist regardless.

He and Kieran are enemies.

Undoubtedly, he hated Kieran, and he wanted him to die early and reincarnate.

But now, suddenly, he didn't want anything to happen to Kieran.

It was a wonderful feeling that he, surprisingly, did not want his love rival, to be damaged in any way.

Because he loved Freya too much, his cold and ruthless heart became compassionate, wanting to

protect the love of her heart, so that she, don't be anxious, don't shed tears, don't be sad, so that she

could have a life of peace.

Seeing that the knife in Kieran's hand had almost landed on his wrist, he quickly raised his hand, and

the Swiss Army knife he was holding, he viciously knocked the knife out of his hand.

Freya didn't know why Cealan had blocked Kieran, but she was finally relieved to see that he was fine.

It was time, too, for her to act so that the man she loved most would not be hurt for her again.

Freya only gritted her teeth and forced herself to appear calm and collected, but she could not restrain

the fine beads of sweat from seeping out of her forehead when she felt the gun pressed dead against

the back of her head.

She lifted her chin slightly, with obvious surprise and disbelief in her voice, "Layton? How are you still

alive?!"

Hearing the name Layton, the expression on Edward's face, there was a noticeable loosening, and his

body, too, could not restrain itself from stiffening for a few moments.

He lifted his face and looked ahead in a rush, trying to find his beloved son.

In fact, this little tactic of Freya's was a bit clumsy, and a sophisticated person like Edward could

actually tell at a glance that she was deliberately diverting his attention.

But he cared too much for Layton, and even though he knew there was no way he could still be alive,

he still hoped that a miracle would happen.

Taking advantage of Edward's lapse of concentration, Freya exerted all her strength and fiercely broke

his grip on her neck, then, stabbed the silver needles into his heart as hard as she could.

"Freya, you tricked me!"

Edward snapped back to his senses and felt the sharp pain coming from his heart, he was instantly

infuriated, "You bitch, you dare to trick me, I will kill your child now!"

With that, Edward fiercely turned his gun around and aimed it right at Jaden, who was already standing

beside Kieran.

Of course Kieran didn't want him to hurt Jaden, he quickly shielded him and Alistair behind him, but in

the moment of turning around, Edward's gun had already turned around again.

Without hesitation, he fired at Freya.

"Stahler!"

Only when he heard Cealan's heart-breaking roar did Kieran suddenly realise that Edward had just,

struck a blow to the east.

His real target was never Freya.

The speed of the bullet was so fast that it was impossible for Freya to dodge it.

Without even thinking about it, Kieran wanted to use his body to block the shot for Freya, but because

he had just hugged Alistair, his movements were not that fast.

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turned around violently, and the bullet pierced into his back heart viciously.

Blood splattered.

Edward was still trying to shoot at Freya again, he hadn't pressed the gun in his hand this time when

Kieran picked up the Swiss Army knife on the ground, he raised his hand violently and the cold, shiny

knife flew out, cutting him directly on the neck.

His hand, which was holding the snatch, trembled mechanically, and then his body jerked back and he

fell to the ground, motionless.

His eyes, which had been staring round, seemed, as if, dead.

With so many sudden changes, Freya had a brief moment of dazedness, and the moment of drifting

off, the force that was originally placed on her body was abruptly withdrawn.

Cealan's hands, slowly leaving her body, like a slow-motion shot in a movie, his magnificent body

slowly collapsed to the ground.

"Stahler, it's good that you're okay ......"

"Cealan!"

Freya tried to pull on Cealan, but his body was too heavy for her to pull on, and she could only watch

him as the mountains collapsed.

Freya's feelings for Cealan are complicated to the extreme.

Undoubtedly, she hated him.

She hated him for destroying her peaceful and beautiful life. She hated him for hurting her and hurting

her Alistair again and again, and she hated him even more for turning her Alistair into this inhuman

monster.

But the most hated person of all, yet he knocked down the knife in Kieran's hand and protected his

hand, he also defied the odds and took that one bullet for her at the moment of her certain death.

He is not only the cold-blooded, heartless monster Cealan, he is also the little Cealan who had lived

with her.

The blood that seeped out from the back of Cealan's heart was particularly extraordinary, as if, to drain

away the only remaining vitality in his body.

"Stahler, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

If he had known that he would regret this, he would not have done such a thing to Alistair, but there is

no such thing as a prophet, and no one sells regret pills.

"Cealan, don't talk, I'll stop the bleeding first!"

As Freya said that, her fingers were quickly on his pulse, checking his current condition.

Feeling the weakness of his pulse, her eyelids jumped.

This time, he, for once, was in a foul mood.

"Stahler, you let me finish my sentence, now, I'm so happy."

The corners of Cealan's lips hooked into a light smile, not the usual demonic and cold, but as warm as

a big sunny boy.

"I'm so happy that you're well, Stahler."

"Stahler, Alistair is the regret of my life, please, don't hate me, don't hate me ......"

With that, a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out from Cealan's mouth.

"Cealan, don't say a word! I will cure Alistair, and I will cure you!"

She hoped the demon Cealan would die early and reincarnate, if, as she remembered, he would still be

the little Cealan, then she hoped he would live well.

"Stahler, be good ......"

Cealan still had a gentle and bright smile, he stretched out his hand, seemingly wanting to grab Freya's

hand, but looking at Kieran standing behind her, he finally withdrew his hand again despondently.

He doesn't deserve it.

Once he was so jealous of Kieran that he could not get rid of him, but now he is glad that after he is

gone, she will have him by her side, sheltering her from the rain.

His Stahler, the best little girl in the world, deserves to be pampered.

Kieran was worthy of his Stahler.

"Stahler, goodbye ......"