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 that kind

expressionless. “Can you help me create some

perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared. However, the process of making perfume actually required many

some thought, Freya decided to create a simplified version for

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

calm, as if she had

past.

scent, it was already afternoon, so Radley drove her back to the

of them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless,

I

of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close,

in love with Radley two years ago wasn’t a

her hand, forcing

make

weekend, Freya, Ink, Heartless

decided

would be present, it would

chose a restaurant as the venue. As the host, she arrived at the restaurant

had to be kept private, so she had reserved

waited for them in the front yard of the restaurant, which had

a

arrived after five

Brisa wasn’t working, she liked to dress in a floral dress, which made her

Scoundrel, so the

met Ink yet! I don’t even know what he looks like. You mentioned that he’s the

smiled. “You’ll know when

minutes of waiting in the yard, they heard noises coming

in a duckbill cap who walked in. He was about 5’9″ tall and appeared

quick curious glance over. Since Jakob went to get Heartless Scoundrel, this person must be

his hat and mask, and

and he had an aura that was difficult to place. His striking features resembled the noble son in

one glance. It all seemed too absurd

chuckled. “Tisch, long

softly laughed next

full name was Inken Callahan, the son of the Callahan family of Hartterre. In

inside his mother. As a result, he became a pretty boy who was always sick. When the

one child, leading the people of Hartterre to speculate that their

had actually

situation that almost got her caught. At the time, she happened to run into the Callahan family’s son, who

escape, but it was said that Inken had been ill for six months as a result of this