My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 147 She Was Actually Afraid

Freya placed the vegetables by the stove and quickly began cooking.

She noticed that she was quite skilled, almost instinctively knowing what seasonings to use, and the accompanying vegetables were quickly transformed into exactly eight dishes.

After setting the food on the workbench, Freya stared at the dishes in front of her without saying anything.

These eight dishes looked very familiar to her and, based on what she had previously seen on the old phone, they should all be foods Radley enjoyed.

The dishes on the table were steaming hot, and Freya sat silently at the table, vaguely recalling what she had previously documented.

When she was in Smalzot Yard, she would always make these eight dishes while waiting for Radley to return home.

But after they got married, Radley had never once tried her cooking.

At this, Freya felt a pang of sadness. She looked up and saw Radley already starting to eat.

“Radley, why are you doing this?” She had a hunch about what was going on.

When she stopped to think, all the places Radley had taken her to today were places that housewives often go to.

Not just that, they also went to a perfume store. She enjoyed making perfumes as a hobby, and it seemed that she frequently created scents for Radley in the past.

Is he trying to help me remember the past?

Radley ate his food with his eyes gleaming slightly. “I just wanted to know what our life was supposed to be like before.”

Freya tightly pursed her lips. “Although I’m grateful to you, I only see you as a business partner now. At most, we can be good friends. Don’t get too caught up in the past; we need to move forward.”

Instead of responding, Radley just ate his meal in silence.

Freya took a deep breath. This meal left her feeling conflicted. In fact, she had no idea her cooking was so good, and her heart ached.

The whole time she was in the Kaufmann family, she had never cooked for her mother or brother, but she was doing all of that for Radley.

Having done that for two years, even if she had lost her memory now and looked at it from an observer’s perspective, Freya still believed it wasn’t worth it.

After finishing their meal, Radley led Freya to a small office.

“You used to enjoy creating scents here

around the

a calming effect. However, I

remained expressionless. “Can you help

perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared. However, the process of making perfume actually required

to create a simplified version

others must be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said quietly. “It takes a long time. If you want it, I’ll make it at home and have someone deliver it to you later.”

expression was calm, as if she

past.

the scent, it was already afternoon, so Radley drove her back to

the car, both of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless,

am I afraid

to be afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would fall in love with

looks like falling in love with Radley two years

her hand, forcing herself to return to

make the

Ink, Heartless Scoundrel,

texted Ink and decided to

it would

venue. As the host, she arrived at the

identities had to be kept private, so she

of the restaurant, which had a nice view of a bamboo forest and peacocks wandering around in the

a light breeze blew.

arrived after

liked to dress in a floral dress, which made her look very different

Heartless Scoundrel, so the two

he looks like. You mentioned that he’s

smiled. “You’ll know when he

about ten minutes of waiting in the yard, they heard noises coming from the

man in a duckbill cap who walked in. He was

a quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went to get Heartless Scoundrel, this person must

to them, took off his hat and mask, and revealed a

that was difficult to place. His striking features resembled the noble son in ancient paintings.

aback with just one glance. It all seemed too absurd to her.

long time no

laughed next to

Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he

physically frail was a disease he contracted while still inside his mother. As a result, he became a pretty boy who was always sick. When the wind blew, he’d cough uncontrollably, and even a little bit of rain

of influence in Hartterre, but sadly, they only had one child, leading the people of Hartterre to speculate that their legacy would end with

actually met Inken before.