My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Under Freya’s gentle and meticulous touch, she skillfully restored Pearson’s features, bringing back the vibrant charm captured in the photograph. Yet, the lifeless body before her no longer displayed the once lively blue eyes.

Completing the task left Freya perspiring, and she took a moment to rest, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Pearson, I hope you like the way I’ve fixed you up.”

Outside the room, Amy’s crying echoed.

After rising from her seat, Freya stepped out of the room to find Wilson and Amy waiting anxiously. She respectfully bowed to them before speaking, “I have finished preparing Pearson.”

Amy hurriedly rushed inside, closely followed by Wilson.

As Freya stood there, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by weariness, her body swaying slightly.

With a gentle touch to steady her, she looked up and found herself drawn in by Radley’s gaze, which held unfathomable depth and concern.

“I’ll take you back,” Radley uttered in a suppressed tone.

“I’m fine.” Freya started to object, but before she could finish, Radley effortlessly lifted her in his arms.

Surprised, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but she insisted, “Please put me down. It can walk on my own.”

Ignoring her request, Radley held her firmly, assuring her that he would return after taking her back home.

Reluctantly accepting his help, Freya gazed back at the room where Amy’s cries persisted. Fatigue. engulfed her, and she pressed her lips together, recognizing the toll the day had taken on her, both. physically and emotionally.

“Alright, but please put me down. I can manage on my own,” she reiterated.

Radley continued carrying her toward the car, seemingly impervious to her words.

As they drove through the suburban night, the sky adorned with stars, silence filled the car. Freya opened the window, inviting in the cool breeze to soothe her weary soul.

amazing mortician,” Radley remarked, his tone casual yet intrigued.

“There’s much more you don’t

resting on the steering

skilled in perfumery and music, and you’re the renowned Professor Harlan in the medical field. Yet, your true expertise lies

tone was composed.

played on Freya’s lips. “I can’t help but feel that you’re not

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flickered in Radley’s

any more secrets up your sleeve?” Upon hearing Radley’s question, Freya fell silent for a moment.

I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with confronting Stella during the seminar.” She changed the subject.

in topic hinted that Freya harbored

escort Stella back to Capitael, so you don’t have to worry about encountering her in Vroria anymore. She won’t be a bother

hint of melancholy in his charming

how should I thank

me to

a moment’s consideration, Freya chuckled. “You’re not planning to trick Chris

time, they ended up at Chris’ restaurant, and the bill was directly charged

car continued on its way to Vroria.

engaged Freya in conversation, her

case seemed to loom between

gate of the Kaufmanns, it was already

until you’re inside before

gate, hesitating. “You should go back first. My family probably doesn’t want to see you.” Radley fell silent for a few

inside. I’ll take

Radley’s car drive away, then turned and recalled

out her phone from her bag.