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.

really nice. It has a calming effect. However, I can no

remained expressionless. “Can you help

a few perfume boxes to look at the ingredients, which were quite well prepared. However, the process of

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 home and

was calm, as if she had completely let go

past.

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

them were silent. Freya was agitated and restless, and

I afraid

Radley, fearing that if he got too close, she would

two years ago wasn’t a coincidence. Perhaps he’s just

Freya pinched her hand, forcing herself to

can’t make the

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

decided to

present, it would be

the venue. As the host, she arrived

be kept private,

for them in the front yard of the restaurant, which had a nice view of

she waited, a light breeze

after five

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

up Heartless Scoundrel, so the two of them were conversing

“I still 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

know when

waiting in the yard, they heard noises coming from the

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

glance over. Since Jakob went to get Heartless Scoundrel, this person

them, took off his hat and mask, and

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

aback with just one glance. It

chuckled. “Tisch, long

softly laughed next

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

became

a lot of influence in Hartterre, but sadly, they only had one child, leading the people of Hartterre

had actually met

she happened to run into the Callahan family’s

but it was said that Inken had been ill for six months as a result