My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 147 She Was Actually Afraid

Freya placed the vegetables by the stove and quickly began cooking.

She noticed that she was quite skilled, almost instinctively knowing what seasonings to use, and the accompanying vegetables were quickly transformed into exactly eight dishes.

After setting the food on the workbench, Freya stared at the dishes in front of her without saying anything.

These eight dishes looked very familiar to her and, based on what she had previously seen on the old phone, they should all be foods Radley enjoyed.

The dishes on the table were steaming hot, and Freya sat silently at the table, vaguely recalling what she had previously documented.

When she was in Smalzot Yard, she would always make these eight dishes while waiting for Radley to return home.

But after they got married, Radley had never once tried her cooking.

At this, Freya felt a pang of sadness. She looked up and saw Radley already starting to eat.

“Radley, why are you doing this?” She had a hunch about what was going on.

When she stopped to think, all the places Radley had taken her to today were places that housewives often go to.

Not just that, they also went to a perfume store. She enjoyed making perfumes as a hobby, and it seemed that she frequently created scents for Radley in the past.

Is he trying to help me remember the past?

Radley ate his food with his eyes gleaming slightly. “I just wanted to know what our life was supposed to be like before.”

Freya tightly pursed her lips. “Although I’m grateful to you, I only see you as a business partner now. At most, we can be good friends. Don’t get too caught up in the past; we need to move forward.”

Instead of responding, Radley just ate his meal in silence.

Freya took a deep breath. This meal left her feeling conflicted. In fact, she had no idea her cooking was so good, and her heart ached.

The whole time she was in the Kaufmann family, she had never cooked for her mother or brother, but she was doing all of that for Radley.

Having done that for two years, even if she had lost her memory now and looked at it from an observer’s perspective, Freya still believed it wasn’t worth it.

After finishing their meal, Radley led Freya to a small office.

“You used to enjoy creating scents here

Freya’s eyes darted around the space.

before was really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no longer find anyone who can create

you help me create some

She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared. However, the process of

Freya decided to create a simplified

scent is just agarwood with herbs added for relaxation and focus. Some herbs must be boiled, while others must be steeped, before being combined into a powder.” Freya said quietly. “It takes a long time. If you want it, I’ll make it at home and

she

past.

done creating the scent, it was already afternoon,

of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and she felt a tinge of

I afraid

Radley, fearing that if he got

falling in love with Radley two years ago wasn’t a

hand, forcing herself to return

can’t make

a weekend, Freya, Ink, Heartless Scoundrel,

texted Ink and decided

all four of them would be present, it would be an excellent chance to evaluate

venue. As the host, she arrived at the

kept private, so she had reserved the entire

of the restaurant, which had a nice

a light breeze

arrived after five

to dress in a floral dress, which made her look very different from how she

so the two of them were

haven’t met Ink yet! I don’t even know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the son of a wealthy family in Hartterre, but which

know when

about ten minutes of waiting in the yard, they heard noises coming from the front

a man in a duckbill cap who walked in. He was about 5’9″

took a quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went to get

off his hat and mask, and revealed a radiant

he had an aura that was difficult to place. His striking features

one glance. It all seemed too absurd to

“Tisch, long

softly laughed

the son of the Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he

man was physically frail was a disease he contracted while still inside his mother. As a result, he became a pretty boy who was always sick. When the wind blew, he’d cough uncontrollably, and even a little

but sadly, they only had one child, leading the

had actually

her caught. At the time, she happened to run into the

to escape, but it was said that Inken had been ill for