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.

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

remained expressionless. “Can you help me

wouldn’t be a problem for Freya. She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which

to

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

expression was calm, as if she

past.

was already

agitated and restless, and she felt a tinge of fear

I afraid

getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would fall in

two years ago wasn’t

pinched her hand, forcing herself

can’t make the same

Freya, Ink, Heartless Scoundrel, and Tisch agreed

texted Ink and decided to

it

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

be kept private, so she had reserved

of the restaurant, which had

a light breeze

arrived after five

in a floral dress, which made her look very different from

was picking up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two

like. You mentioned that he’s the

“You’ll know when he

waiting in the yard, they heard noises

cap who walked in. He was about 5’9″ tall and

quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went to

walked up to them, took off his hat and mask, and revealed a radiant

had an aura that was difficult to place. His striking features

one glance. It all seemed too

“Tisch, long time no

laughed next to

was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he

physically frail was a disease he contracted 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, and even a little bit of rain would

one child, leading the people of Hartterre to speculate that their legacy

had actually met Inken