No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 62 I’ve Exhausted My Patience

In the living room, Radley noticed that Freya would become more talkative whenever they talked about work. From her words, he could catch a glimpse of her true self.

As they discussed future plans for West Geft, Radley occasionally asked for Freya’s opinion indifferently. She answered each question thoughtfully, and the distance between them appeared to have lessened.

Radley gazed at Freya as it was for the first time that he felt their ideas were so in tune. Many of their renovation ideas were coincidentally similar.

His gazes deepened while a strange feeling arose in his heart as if tiny vines were growing from his heart. and making his throat itch.

On the sofa, Freya frowned. “The West Geft’s ancient clock tower dates back to the Industrial Revolution and holds significant historical and cultural value. I intend to restore it, but it has numerous tenon-mortise structures that require skilled craftsmanship. We need to find a proficient artisan for the job.”

Radley withdrew his deep gaze. “The Monaghan Group previously collaborated with a tenon-mortise master. Maybe we can show him the blueprints this time.”

Since Freya had always been interested in the tenon-mortise aspect, she became excited. “A tenon-mortise master? Can you introduce this master to me?”

While she became excited, her face shone with radiance. Radley stood up. “Let’s go to the study. His contact information is there.”

As Freya was eager to meet the tenon-mortise master, she immediately followed him.

Upon entering Radley’s study on the second floor of the Monaghans’ mansion, Freya was stunned.

Is this really a study? It looks more like a private library to me, she wondered.

The spacious study spanned over a hundred square meters with a ceiling height of seven to eight meters. Bookshelves lined all four walls, and a grand window overlooking the sunset stood at the entrance. In front of the window sat a minimalist desk, clean and organized.

“You have a nice study.” Freya complimented.

Radley gave her a silent glance as she was the one who redesigned the furnishings in the study, but she didn’t seem to remember.

“Please have a seat.”

As the two of them sat at the desk, Radley took a booklet from the drawer and began to flip through it.

“Wouldn’t it be faster to ask Connor directly? Doesn’t he have the master’s contact information?” Freya suggested.

temperament and doesn’t have any contact information.

quiet. As Freya rested her chin on her hand,

her eyebrows and walked

antique piece with an abstract green design resembling the

the familiar

tell how the fragrance

blood and cloves as secondary and

of tweezers on the side to have a look and smiled. “Indeed, there is

why the Smalzot Yard butler mentioned that the fragrances were the same but had different scents.

using ancient methods required extensive knowledge. Even in the past, only affluent and influential young ladies had the privilege of

understood that many of these methods had been lost in modern times, yet Freya seemed to comprehend them

sleep and reduce the frequency of dreams at night, Freya explained with a smile. “The creator of this sachet was very meticulous and a skilled

of the spices while

Freya as her firm, indifferent words flowed into his ears while she brought at sense of calmness to his heart. All he could see and hear was Freya

sachets might appear simple, it was a craft that became progressively sophisticated the deeper one

the body, and agarwood is known to have less dryness compared to sandalwood. By selecting the right. complementary ingredients, a balanced blend that

be made.”

have a deep understanding of your body condition, and their patience in crafting this herbal sachet is truly remarkable. Can you introduce me to

bobbed as his voice deepened. “You

do?” Freya

gaze away. “It was

was stunned as she realized that she had just praised herself quite a bit and even implied that she was

coughed awkwardly.

to look at the herbal diffuser and wondered how she had been patient when creating the herbal

couldn’t help but wonder about her mentality during the two years of her memory loss, as she never thought she could make

the herbal sachets you made

smiled awkwardly. “Well… you’re

continue making these herbal sachets for me? Radley’s expression was serious. “I’m willing to pay

her head. “I don’t have the

heart as if he had been pricked by

at the table. “But I can provide you detailed instructions on how to make it. Then you can find another