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.

peculiar temperament and doesn’t have

rested her chin on her hand, she

eyebrows and walked

with an abstract green design resembling the

the familiar

you tell how the fragrance is blended?”

blend of fragrant woods, with agarwood as the major ingredient and dragon’s blood and cloves as secondary and supporting ingredients.

a small pair of tweezers on the side to have a look and smiled. “Indeed, there is also a layer of saffron on the spacer.”

I understand why the Smalzot Yard butler mentioned that the fragrances were the

eyes as he realized the process of making herbal sachets using ancient methods required extensive knowledge. Even in the past, only affluent and influential young ladies had the privilege

times, yet Freya seemed to comprehend them thoroughly. She could explain it perfectly with just a breath of

explained with a smile. “The creator of this sachet was very meticulous and a skilled perfumer. The making of these also

grinding of the spices while

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 and her

herbal sachets might appear simple, it was a

have less dryness compared to sandalwood. By selecting the right. complementary

be made.”

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

bobbed as his voice

do?” Freya was

shifted his gaze away. “It was you

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

she coughed

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

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

been using the herbal sachets you made

smiled awkwardly. “Well…

me? Radley’s

head. “I don’t have the patience

in his heart as if he had been pricked by a

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