My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 122 First Time Cooking

Freya rarely had such a close look at Radley’s eyes. She felt like she was falling into those starry pupils on his perfect face.

But in a flash, she realized that she might be seeing things from lightheadedness.

To the side, two Lagresh maids were chatting, and a doctor was giving her an IV drip.

Freya looked at the bottle of water suspiciously. “What is this?”

The doctor politely explained, “Madam, you seem to have a reaction to the local environment. This will help replenish your energy

Freya frowned. She usually didn’t let anyone give her an IV drip when she was outside.

But seeing Radley next to her, her heart gradually settled down.

However, her headache was still severe, and she fell asleep again soon after.

At noon, Freya woke up again, feeling weak all over and exhausted.

Radley had the maids bring lunch to her room and sat by her bedside, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.

Freya reached out to take the spoon.

However, Radley’s hand was firm. “You are sick now. When you are better, I won’t feed you.”

Freya glared at him, but her weakness made her sweat all over her back.

She gritted her teeth and found her wrist too weak to even fight with Radley. She opened her mouth and swallowed the food he fed her.

After lunch, Freya looked around the room. “Where is Brisa?”

“She and Connor went to get some gifts.”

“What gifts?” Freya moved her body but she felt sweaty all over. She didn’t even have the strength to go to the bathroom.

She touched her forehead. Why couldn’t she adapt to the environment here? Perhaps it was also due to her pregnancy?

“We plan to give it to Mr. Lane later on,” Radley said.

her mouth. She was dry heaving.

eyes met, she felt embarrassed and turned

was better to

leaning over the toilet for

walked in after opening

about the odor in the air. He carefully helped Freya

placed on a chair next to the sink, and Radley rolled

he

“Wipe yourself.”

weakly to take the towel, but Radley saw that she still had no strength.

him holding the back of her

“Hey, Radley…”

to gently wipe her face

Radley messily. After a while, she

the towel and handed it to Freya.

at the man’s calm expression, as if she was the one overthinking

be fine after

to be bedridden for

afraid that he would worry. She

In the bungalow.

were standing outside the kitchen, watching Radley cooking and speaking in

Mr. Monaghan.

Radley held his phone and looked through the recipe for the special vegetable noodle Freya had mentioned

here didn’t know how to make it, so he decided to personally cook it

also the first

and turned on the heat. After looking at the recipe for a while, he threw in the scallions, and oil splattered everywhere.

outside, worriedly asking, “Mr. Monaghan, are you okay?”

head indifferently. He wiped off the oil stains on his hand

burnt oil and the scallions and poured in new oil. His technique was

stared at a

of noodles away and started over again. The two maids wanted to help, but he refused.

Radley finally made a bowl of vegetable noodles that looked as good as the picture in the recipe book. He

and asked. “Mr. Monaghan, should we take it to Miss Kaufmann?”