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.

continued, “The agarwood scent you made before was really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no longer

“Can you help

a problem for Freya. She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared. However, the

some thought, Freya decided to create

scent is just agarwood with herbs added for relaxation and focus. Some herbs must be boiled, while others must be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said quietly. “It takes a long time. If you want it, I’ll make it at home

as if she had

past.

it was already afternoon, so Radley drove her back to the

the car, both of them were silent. Freya was agitated

am I

be afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that

two years ago wasn’t a

Freya pinched her hand, forcing herself

I can’t make the same mistake

Ink, Heartless

decided to

all four of them would be present, it would be an excellent

restaurant as the venue. As the host, she arrived at

private, so she had

the front yard of the restaurant, which had a

a

arrived after five

dress, which made her look very different from

was picking up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of them

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

smiled. “You’ll know when he

yard, they heard noises coming from the

a duckbill cap who walked in. He was about 5’9″ tall and appeared to be

quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went to get Heartless Scoundrel, this person

his hat

that was difficult to place. His striking features resembled the noble son in ancient

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

chuckled. “Tisch, long

softly laughed next

name was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family

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

they only had one child, leading

actually