No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss
Chapter 223
Chapter 223 Settling Down
As it was Freya who had purchased Brandon’s new home, she remembered the address. After a forty-minute drive, she stopped at an old mansion located in the center of Caltun. This area mostly consisted of small attractions in the city, and there weren’t many people around. as it wasn’t tourist season.
Once she got out of the car, Freya walked along an alley. The courtyard gate was open, and as soon as she entered, her vision widened.
“It’s so bright and spacious. A courtyard like this really puts me at ease,” she praised.
In the courtyard, two movers were walking out, and Brandon smiled when he saw her.
“You came pretty quickly.”
Freya smiled. “Master, it seems like you can not only set up a grapevine trellis but also add a few more barrels to grow water lilies.”
“Alright, stop standing around. Let’s head inside to have a talk,” Brandon waved his hand and turned to walk inside. With his back facing her and his arms crossed behind him, he completely blended into the mansion.
Inside the house, Trisha was sitting on a wooden chair in the living room while sewing. Upon seeing Freya, she immediately waved and smiled. “Frey, come sit here.”
As Freya approached, she realized that Trisha was sewing a pair of tiger-head shoes. These shoes traditionally had contrasting and vibrant colors, and Trisha was currently sewing the tiger’s whiskers with silk thread.
Freya couldn’t help but gasp. “It’s gorgeous.”
Trisha smiled. “I made it for your baby in your belly.”
“I knew you loved me the most,” Freya replied in a coquettish tone.
Trisha was delighted by her reply, and her eyes and eyebrows lit up with a smile. Although Brandon had a look of disdain, he seemed at ease as well.
“Moving here is much more comfortable than I thought when I saw the photos of the house before.” Trisha sighed. “Frey, I’ve only been here for a few hours, but I already feel at home.
future? Caltun is a pretty good place. It isn’t too hot in the summer, and it doesn’t get too cold in the winter. either. If you’re tired of staying in the city, we can even go halfway up the mountain for a vacation and soak in the hot springs. What do
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lips into a smile. “Brandon told me that you definitely thought so when you showed
“And you agreed?”
any children. I used to think about going back to Lagresh mainly because I was worried about the trees I
but she was only worried that the project in West Geft would be almost finished by the
to find anyone to teach her no matter how hard she looked, and she would be forced to study on her own. However, now that he decided to stay, she would have
of tea,
Freya chatted with Trisha for a while, and after they finished a pot Brandon headed into the room and changed into a worn-out outfit before
more.
my disciple, I will teach
frowned. “Don’t tire her
I just want her to
was a pile of logs. Brandon. brought a cutting and grinding machine from the corner and carried a
all right. I’ve carried heavier things
not to strain your
two small stools, one tall and
with this big piece? Is it for
simple, and the logs were large. However, finding her questions annoying, Brandon simply ignored her. Meanwhile, Freya propped her chin and watched as
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break unless the wood is damaged by water!” Brandon proudly
Freya sat on the swing
the house as well. “Brandon, Frey, what
for lunch?”
a
selecting thinner pieces of wood and leaving natural indentations. Once he had finished carving two pieces, Trisha’s noodles were also ready. The master and
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