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

eyes darted around the space.

agarwood scent you made before was really nice. It has a calming effect.

“Can you help

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

Freya decided to create a simplified version for Radley.

added for relaxation and focus. Some herbs must be boiled, while others must be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya

expression was calm, as if she had completely

past.

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

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

am I

Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would fall in love with

looks like falling in love with Radley two years ago wasn’t a

forcing herself

the

Ink, Heartless Scoundrel, and Tisch

and decided to bring

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

the host, she arrived at the

so she had reserved

waited for them in the front yard of the restaurant, which had a nice view of

she waited, a light breeze blew.

arrived after five

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

picking up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of

Ink yet! I don’t even know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the son of a wealthy family in Hartterre, but which one

smiled. “You’ll know when he arrives!”

minutes of waiting in the yard,

cap who walked in. He was about 5’9″ tall and appeared to be

went to get

took off his hat and mask, and

he had an aura that was difficult to place. His striking features resembled

glance. It all seemed too absurd

chuckled. “Tisch, long

softly laughed next to

was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he was a well-known

were rumors that the reason this man was 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

had one child, leading the people of Hartterre

met