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

calming effect. However, I can no longer find anyone who

remained expressionless. “Can you help me create some

be a problem for Freya. She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at

some thought, Freya decided to create a simplified

boiled, while others must be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said

she had

past.

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

the car, both of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and she felt a tinge

I afraid

be afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if

falling in love with Radley two years ago wasn’t a coincidence. Perhaps he’s

hand, forcing herself to

the

Scoundrel, and Tisch agreed to

texted Ink and decided

of them would be present, it would be an excellent chance to

venue. As the

to be kept private, so she had reserved the

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

waited, a light breeze blew.

after five minutes.

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

Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of them were conversing in the courtyard.

know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the son of a wealthy family in Hartterre, but

“You’ll know

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

walked in. He was about

took a quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went

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

to place.

just one glance. It all seemed too

chuckled. “Tisch, long

laughed next

son of the Callahan family of Hartterre.

his mother. As a result, he became a pretty boy who was always sick. When the wind blew, he’d cough uncontrollably, and

they only had one

actually met Inken