My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 209 Sending Her Home

Under Freya’s gentle and meticulous touch, she skillfully restored Pearson’s features, bringing back the vibrant charm captured in the photograph. Yet, the lifeless body before her no longer displayed the once lively blue eyes.

Completing the task left Freya perspiring, and she took a moment to rest, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Pearson, I hope you like the way I’ve fixed you up.”

Outside the room, Amy’s crying echoed.

After rising from her seat, Freya stepped out of the room to find Wilson and Amy waiting anxiously. She respectfully bowed to them before speaking, “I have finished preparing Pearson.”

Amy hurriedly rushed inside, closely followed by Wilson.

As Freya stood there, she couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by weariness, her body swaying slightly.

With a gentle touch to steady her, she looked up and found herself drawn in by Radley’s gaze, which held unfathomable depth and concern.

“I’ll take you back,” Radley uttered in a suppressed tone.

“I’m fine.” Freya started to object, but before she could finish, Radley effortlessly lifted her in his arms.

Surprised, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, but she insisted, “Please put me down. It can walk on my own.”

Ignoring her request, Radley held her firmly, assuring her that he would return after taking her back home.

Reluctantly accepting his help, Freya gazed back at the room where Amy’s cries persisted. Fatigue. engulfed her, and she pressed her lips together, recognizing the toll the day had taken on her, both. physically and emotionally.

“Alright, but please put me down. I can manage on my own,” she reiterated.

Radley continued carrying her toward the car, seemingly impervious to her words.

As they drove through the suburban night, the sky adorned with stars, silence filled the car. Freya opened the window, inviting in the cool breeze to soothe her weary soul.

such an amazing mortician,” Radley remarked, his tone casual

softly. “There’s much more you don’t know about

resting on the steering wheel, and his face adorned with shimmering, dark

quite a bit about you. You’re impressive in business management, skilled in perfumery and music, and you’re the

Radley’s tone was composed.

Freya’s lips. “I can’t help but

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of amusement flickered in

more than you think. Do you have any

the way, I haven’t properly thanked you for helping me with confronting Stella during the seminar.” She

let out a sigh. This abrupt shift in topic hinted that Freya harbored

Capitael, so you don’t have to worry about

a hint of melancholy in his charming

I thank you this

me

not planning to trick Chris again, are

for a meal last time, they ended up at Chris’ restaurant, and the bill was

on its

deliberately engaged Freya in conversation,

of death from Pearson’s case seemed to loom between

at the gate of the Kaufmanns, it

until you’re inside

at the gate, hesitating. “You should go back first. My family probably doesn’t want to

inside. I’ll

drive away, then turned and recalled

hastily took out her phone from her

the funeral parlor, she had the habit of keeping her phone

funeral parlor, she had put her phone on silent. Amidst the ensuing busyness, she had completely forgotten