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.

“The agarwood scent you made before was really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no longer

you help

a problem for Freya. She quickly sat down and picked up a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite

Freya decided to create a

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

expression was calm, as if she had completely let go

past.

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

were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and

I afraid

be afraid of getting too close to Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would fall in love with

with Radley two years ago wasn’t

this, Freya pinched her hand, forcing herself to return to

I can’t make the same

weekend, Freya, Ink, Heartless Scoundrel, and Tisch agreed to

decided to bring Jakob

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

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

kept private,

in the front yard of the restaurant, which had a

waited, a light

arrived after five

a floral dress, which made

picking up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of them were conversing in

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

know when

yard, they heard noises coming from the front

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

glance over. Since Jakob went to

his hat and mask, and revealed a radiant

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

one glance. It all seemed too absurd to her. “It’s

long time

laughed next

the Callahan family of Hartterre. In Hartterre, he was a

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 bit of rain would make

but sadly, they only had one child,

actually

got herself into a hopeless situation that almost got her caught. At the time, she happened to run into the Callahan family’s son, who was passing through the

said that Inken had been