No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 5 Are You That Sc*mbag?
Matthew frowned but didn’t say anything.
He recognized the incomer.
What do the son of the powerful Monaghan family and my best friend’s sister have anything to do with each other?
Meanwhile, Freya was pissed off by Radley’s tone. Her face darkened, and her clear voice carried a hint of annoyance as she scoffed. “Excuse me, do I know you? Has your mother not taught you to be polite when you’re talking to people?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Matthew, who had been watching from the side, burst out laughing.
In contrast, Radley’s face turned even colder. He didn’t expect Freya to speak to him like that.
She must have been pretending to be meek and submissive in the past.
He suppressed his anger, approached Freya, and tightly grasped her delicate wrist. “Come with me.”
Now, Freya was really pissed off. She wanted to break free from his grip. “Are you crazy?” she shouted at him.
Instantly, Radley stopped in his tracks and looked at her with a cold gaze. He scanned her up and down. “Nice act. We’ll continue that later.”
Freya was speechless for a moment.
Her wrist hurt.
She glared at Radley.
This guy must be really crazy.

At this moment, Matthew, who had been silent all along, spoke up. “Mr. Monaghan, it seems like you’re hurting Freya.”
Radley smirked and commented something irrelevant, “Oh, Mr. Hood, are you interested in this kind of woman too?”
Freya was very angry and felt that her rage was about to explode like a bomb.
With difficulty, she pulled her hand away from Radley’s grasp. “Hey, why do you talk so much? Besides, who are you to criticize?”
Sensing that the situation was about to get out of control, Matthew quickly stood up and pulled Freya to his side. “Mr. Monaghan, didn’t you hear her? She doesn’t know you.”
Freya rolled her eyes at Radley, rubbing her wrist.
Her wrist hurt a lot, so she cursed at Radley silently again. What a sc*m of a man!
Wait…
So, he was Radley Monaghan?
Suddenly, she remembered what her brother had said.
Without thinking much, she blurted out, “Are you that sc*mbag?”
Radley was surprised that Freya would say such a thing. He gritted his teeth and repeated coldly, “Sc*mbag?”
Freya raised her eyebrows.
Did she say something wrong?
Based on Radley’s behavior just now, he was either a sc*mbag or a j*rk.
Freya crossed her arms, whereas Radley’s face was getting darker and darker. With a poker face on her beautiful face, she finally said, “You don’t have to treat me like this. I honestly don’t know you. I had a car accident before and lost my memory.”
Did she lose her memory?
With his brows furrowed, Radley wasn’t completely convinced.
However, at the thought of Freya’s completely different attitude from before, he was inclined to trust her explanation.
Under his cold and probing gaze, Freya remained calm and composed.
Soon, Radley had calmed down his emotions.
“It’s even better that you lost your memory.”
His voice was icy, and his handsome features were shrouded in frost.
“We’ll go to the city hall tomorrow and get a divorce.”
The private room fell into silence.
Freya was quiet for a moment, stiff and feeling incredulous. Then, she pointed to herself and asked, “Me?”
Pulling his lips into a mocking curve, Radley responded, “It can’t be him, can it?”