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.

“Unfortunately, the master is known for having a peculiar temperament and doesn’t have any contact information. All

study was quiet. As Freya rested her chin on her hand, she smelled a

and walked toward a

design resembling the shape of a turtle and carved hollow

and the familiar

looked up. “Can you tell

with agarwood as the major ingredient and dragon’s blood and cloves as secondary and supporting ingredients. These are then soaked for half a day in

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

the Smalzot Yard butler mentioned that the fragrances were the same

realized the process of making herbal sachets using ancient methods required extensive knowledge. Even in the past, only affluent and influential

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

reduce the frequency of dreams at night, Freya explained with a smile. “The creator of this sachet was very meticulous and a skilled perfumer. The making of these also considers the natural cycles, zodiac signs, and interplay of

the grinding of the

words flowed into his ears while she brought at sense of calmness to his heart. All he

a

unique properties that influence various parts of the body, and agarwood is known to have less dryness

be made.”

body condition, and

Adam’s apple bobbed as his voice deepened. “You

do?” Freya

shifted his gaze away. “It was you who made it.

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

coughed

her head to look at the herbal diffuser and wondered how she

help but wonder about her mentality during the two years of her memory loss, as she never thought she could make herbal sachets so

been using the herbal sachets you made for the past two years. They’ve been really effective in treating my insomnia.”

smiled awkwardly. “Well… you’re

sachets for me? Radley’s expression was

have

as if he had been pricked by

back into her seat at the table. “But I can provide you detailed instructions on how to