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

their eyes met, she felt embarrassed and

to not embarrass herself.

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

in after opening

air. He carefully helped Freya up and took her to

next to the sink, and Radley rolled

towel and prepared warm water. Then, he wrung

“Wipe yourself.”

take the towel, but Radley saw that she still had

she felt him holding the back of her head.

“Hey, Radley…”

to gently wipe her face with the

herself being taken care of by Radley messily. After

the towel and handed it to

the man’s calm expression, as if she

be fine after a day of

to be

dare to say that she was sick as she was afraid that he would worry. She pretended

In the bungalow.

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

is really fortunate to have Mr. Monaghan. He is such a considerate and handsome m

the recipe for the special vegetable

to make it, so he decided to

course, this was also the first time he

the recipe for a while, he threw in

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

stains on

away the burnt oil and the scallions

Radley stared at a bowl of noodles in front of him. Smells good and looks good.

over again. The two maids wanted to help, but

for an hour and a half, Radley finally made a bowl of vegetable noodles that looked as good as the picture in the recipe book. He then put it

came forward and asked. “Mr. Monaghan, should we take it to Miss