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 the

“The agarwood scent you made before was really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no longer find anyone who can create that kind

expressionless. “Can you help

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

some thought, Freya decided to create a

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

expression was calm, as if she had completely let

past.

was done creating the scent, it was already afternoon, so Radley

of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless,

I

afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would

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

this, Freya pinched her hand, forcing herself to return

I can’t make the same

Heartless Scoundrel,

Ink and decided to bring Jakob

it

restaurant as the venue. As the host, she

to be kept private, so she had

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

a

after five

dress in a floral dress, which made her look very different from how she usually did.

was picking up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of

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

smiled. “You’ll know

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

a 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 be Ink!

off his hat and mask,

difficult to place. His striking

with just one glance. It all seemed

chuckled. “Tisch, long time no see.”

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

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

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

met Inken