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.

felt nauseous and covered her mouth. She was dry

felt embarrassed

to

she was leaning over

after opening the

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

the sink, and Radley rolled up his sleeve, revealing

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

“Wipe yourself.”

take the towel, but

the

“Hey, Radley…”

to gently wipe her face with

taken care of by Radley messily. After a while,

the towel and

looked at the man’s calm

that she would be fine after a

didn’t expect to be bedridden for three days.

she didn’t dare to say that she was sick as she was afraid that he

In the bungalow.

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

fortunate to have Mr. Monaghan. He is such a

through the recipe for

so he

the first time

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

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.

doing things. After reading the recipe, he threw away the burnt oil and the scallions and poured in new

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

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

looked as good as the picture

“Mr. Monaghan, should we