No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 147 She Was Actually Afraid

Freya placed the vegetables by the stove and quickly began cooking.

She noticed that she was quite skilled, almost instinctively knowing what seasonings to use, and the accompanying vegetables were quickly transformed into exactly eight dishes.

After setting the food on the workbench, Freya stared at the dishes in front of her without saying anything.

These eight dishes looked very familiar to her and, based on what she had previously seen on the old phone, they should all be foods Radley enjoyed.

The dishes on the table were steaming hot, and Freya sat silently at the table, vaguely recalling what she had previously documented.

When she was in Smalzot Yard, she would always make these eight dishes while waiting for Radley to return home.

But after they got married, Radley had never once tried her cooking.

At this, Freya felt a pang of sadness. She looked up and saw Radley already starting to eat.

“Radley, why are you doing this?” She had a hunch about what was going on.

When she stopped to think, all the places Radley had taken her to today were places that housewives often go to.

Not just that, they also went to a perfume store. She enjoyed making perfumes as a hobby, and it seemed that she frequently created scents for Radley in the past.

Is he trying to help me remember the past?

Radley ate his food with his eyes gleaming slightly. “I just wanted to know what our life was supposed to be like before.”

Freya tightly pursed her lips. “Although I’m grateful to you, I only see you as a business partner now. At most, we can be good friends. Don’t get too caught up in the past; we need to move forward.”

Instead of responding, Radley just ate his meal in silence.

Freya took a deep breath. This meal left her feeling conflicted. In fact, she had no idea her cooking was so good, and her heart ached.

The whole time she was in the Kaufmann family, she had never cooked for her mother or brother, but she was doing all of that for Radley.

Having done that for two years, even if she had lost her memory now and looked at it from an observer’s perspective, Freya still believed it wasn’t worth it.

After finishing their meal, Radley led Freya to a small office.

“You used to enjoy creating scents here

Freya’s eyes darted around the space.

you made before was really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no longer find anyone who can create that

you help me

sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to

some thought, Freya decided to

be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said quietly. “It takes a long time. If

if she

past.

was done creating the scent, it was already afternoon,

of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and she felt a tinge of fear deep

am I afraid

to be afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would fall in love

two years ago wasn’t a coincidence. Perhaps he’s

pinched her hand, forcing herself to return

I can’t make the same

Ink, Heartless Scoundrel,

Ink and decided

it would be

As the host,

be kept private,

waited for them in the front yard of the restaurant, which had

she waited, a

arrived after

in a floral dress, which

so the two of

Ink yet! I don’t even know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the son of a wealthy family

smiled. “You’ll know when he

of waiting in the yard, they heard noises coming from the front

a duckbill cap who walked in.

glance over. Since Jakob went to get Heartless Scoundrel, this person must be

took off his

aura that was difficult to place. His

aback with just one glance. It all seemed too absurd to her.

long

softly laughed

name was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family of

mother. As a result, he became a pretty boy who was always sick. When the wind blew, he’d cough uncontrollably, and

a lot of influence in Hartterre, but sadly, they only had one child, leading the people of Hartterre to speculate that their legacy

had actually