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

darted around

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

expressionless. “Can you help me create some

wouldn’t be a problem for Freya. She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared.

some thought, Freya decided to create

steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said quietly. “It takes a long time. If you want it, I’ll make

calm, as if she had completely let

past.

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

them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and she felt a tinge of fear deep within.

am I afraid

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

Radley two years ago wasn’t a coincidence. Perhaps

forcing herself to return to

make the

Heartless Scoundrel, and Tisch agreed to meet.

Ink and decided to bring Jakob along.

all four of them would be present, it would be an

chose a restaurant as the venue. As the host,

identities had to be kept private, so she had reserved

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

a light

arrived after

wasn’t working, she liked to dress in a floral dress, which made her look very different from how she

up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of them

met Ink yet! I don’t even know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the son of a wealthy

“You’ll know when

in the yard, they heard noises coming from

a duckbill cap who walked in. He

over. Since Jakob went to

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

difficult to place. His

just one glance. It all seemed too absurd

chuckled. “Tisch, long time no see.”

laughed next to them.

full name was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he was

a pretty boy who was

only had one child,

met Inken