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.

nauseous and covered her mouth. She was

eyes met, she felt embarrassed and turned her

to

as she was leaning

in after opening the

about the odor in the air. He carefully helped Freya up and

sink, and Radley rolled up

cleaned a towel and prepared warm water. Then, he

“Wipe yourself.”

her hand weakly to take the towel, but Radley saw that she still had

him holding the

“Hey, Radley…”

her face with

messily. After a while, she yelled, “Radley,

towel and handed

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

fine

expect to be bedridden for three

was sick as she was afraid

In the bungalow.

the kitchen, watching Radley cooking and

Kaufmann is really fortunate to have Mr. Monaghan. He

looked through the recipe for

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

this was also the first time

looking at the recipe for a while, he threw in the scallions, and oil splattered

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

his head indifferently. He wiped off the oil stains on his hand calmly, but the burning. sensation lingered.

recipe, he threw away the burnt oil and the scallions and poured in new oil. His technique was much more

the steps one by one, and ten minutes later, Radley stared at a bowl of noodles in front of him. Smells

and started over again.

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

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