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.

and covered her mouth. She was dry heaving.

she felt embarrassed and turned her head

was better to not embarrass herself.

this deeply as she was leaning over the toilet for the third

after

the air. He carefully

sink, and Radley rolled up

and prepared warm water. Then, he wrung it out before moving it to Freya’s

“Wipe yourself.”

towel, but Radley saw that

holding the back of

“Hey, Radley…”

to gently wipe her face with the

by Radley messily.

towel and handed

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

would be fine

to be

afraid that he would worry. She pretended they

In the bungalow.

watching Radley cooking

fortunate to have Mr. Monaghan. He is such a

and looked through the recipe for the special

know how to make it, so he decided to personally cook it

the first time he had ever

pot and turned on the heat. After looking at the recipe for a while, he threw in the

maids rushed in from outside, worriedly asking, “Mr. Monaghan, are you

stains on his hand calmly, but the burning.

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

by one, and ten minutes later, Radley stared at a bowl of noodles in

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

of vegetable noodles that looked as good as the picture in the recipe book. He then put it

forward and asked. “Mr. Monaghan, should we take