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

she felt embarrassed and turned her head

better to not embarrass herself.

was leaning over

after opening the

in the air. He carefully helped Freya up and took her to

was placed on a chair next to the sink, and Radley rolled up his sleeve, revealing his muscular arm.

Then, he wrung it

“Wipe yourself.”

the towel, but Radley saw that

the back of her head.

“Hey, Radley…”

gently wipe her

at herself being taken care of by Radley messily. After a while, she yelled,

fine. Radley washed the towel and handed it

towel, gritted her teeth, and looked at the man’s

would be fine after a day of resting..

to be

sick as she was afraid that he would worry. She pretended they were at the negotiating stage

In the bungalow.

maids were standing outside the kitchen, watching

Kaufmann is really fortunate to have Mr. Monaghan. He

and looked through the recipe for the special

make it, so he decided to

first

the pot and turned on the heat. After looking at the

outside, worriedly asking, “Mr. Monaghan, are

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

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

steps one by one, and ten minutes later, Radley stared at

the bowl of noodles away and started over again.

bowl of vegetable noodles that looked as good as the picture in the recipe book. He then put it on a small tray.

Monaghan, should we take it to Miss