My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 219 Don’t You Want To Live?

The night sky was clear, adorned with sparkling stars. Beneath this starry expanse, Freya and Brisa lay in a hot

spring pool. Brisa leaned against the smooth stone edge, creating a scene that felt utterly natural.

“Radley really knows how to enjoy himself. His hot spring villa is much better than those touristy ones.”

“Indeed, soaking in a hot spring can relieve fatigue.” Freya sighed, feeling her body relax.

For the past few months, she had borne the weight of her heavy body, rarely experiencing the sensation of

lightness. Now, submerged in the warm waters, even her lower back felt a welcomed sense of relief.

After enjoying the hot spring for a while, they chatted about The Green Flamation forum.

“I might be busy in the next few days, so I won’t have time to deal with it.” Freya felt a bit helpless.

Brisa didn’t mind it, though. “You do your thing. Ink and Hearsay are watching over the forum. But what worries me

is why those people who targeted you haven’t made a move yet.”

“Isn’t it a good thing that they haven’t made a move?” Freya smiled.

“It would be good if they never made a move again, but knowing that there is a group of malicious people. hiding

and knowing that they will eventually do something, I can’t help worrying. It’s hard to catch them if they don’t make

a move.” Brisa seemed a bit impatient. “It’s easier to be a thief for a thousand days than to guard against thieves

for a thousand days. How can we catch them if they remained silent?”

Freya thought for a moment. “There’s no need to rush. I’m actually more worried that they will make a move now

because they have a perfect opportunity.”

“What opportunity?”

Freya’s face turned cold. “In a month, my brother will be engaged, and the engagement banquet will be held at the

Kaufmann Residence.”

Brisa instantly became nervous. “How can that be? If it’s really held at your house, with so many guests, it will be

difficult to catch anyone if something happens. Can’t you change the venue for the engagement ceremony?”

“My mother thinks it’s more respectful to hold it at our own house, and currently, only my brother and I know about

this. My mother doesn’t know that someone is secretly targeting the Kaufmanns.”

Freya’s eyes gleamed with determination. “If those people dare to make a move at my brother’s engagement

banquet, I will make them pay!”

After their hot spring session, Freya and Brisa returned to the villa. In the room arranged by Trisha, Freya took out

her phone and glanced at it.

Isabella had sent her a message.

Isabella Parker: Your brother called me and asked if you were staying with me. I said you were taking a shower. It

was not easy to keep it a secret!

Freya chuckled and replied: Thank you for your trouble.

After setting her phone down, Freya walked toward the balcony. Sliding open the balcony door, she found that the

mountain breeze had momentarily ceased. She leaned on the stone railing of the balcony, trying

to empty her mind.

The night was serene, and she gradually lost herself in the tranquil ambiance.

After a while, the balcony door next to Freya’s was pushed open. She turned her head and saw Radley, tall and

slender, walking out with a cigarette in his hand.

Spotting Freya standing on the balcony, he was momentarily surprised. Immediately, he threw the cigarette into a

nearby flowerpot.

The two balconies were very close, and Freya gave out a light laugh. “Mrs. Lane loves planting flowers. If she saw

you throwing the cigarette into the flowerpot, she would definitely give you an earful.”

Radley’s gaze darkened. “I didn’t light it.”

“Even if you didn’t light it, the scent can linger.” Freya naturally walked closer to Radley’s balcony, leaning on the

slightly rough stone railing.

Radley lowered his gaze and picked up the discarded cigarette, putting it back in his pocket.

Freya noticed every subtle movement of his. She had heard about it. He really has some serious cleanliness

obsession.

You should smoke less. It’s not good for your lungs. With the balconies less than a meter apart, separated by stone

railings that stood two and a half feet high, Freya’s voice was unusually gentle.

Radley suddenly smiled. “Are you concerned about me?”

As he smiled, he looked strikingly handsome, his air of aloofness still intact. His eyes, as dark as ink, gleamed.

When he asked this questioh, he didn’t seem to anticipate much. It was as though he was engaging in casual

conversation.

Freya held her cheek, her eyes flickering slightly. “Considering that, in the eyes of the world, you are the father of

the child in my belly. It doesn’t seem appropriate for a prospective father to smoke.”

Amidst the twinkling stars in the night sky. Radley felt something quiver in the breeze of the cool air. He turned his

dark eyes onto Freya.

“Rest well.” Freya smiled. Adjusting her nightgown, she turned and went back into her room. Upon entering the

room, she gently closed the door and calmly drew the curtains. Then, she leaned against the

wall.

Her heart pounded wildly within her chest, as if a fierce blaze had ignited and was spreading from there. Saying

those words so casually demanded an immense effort. She nearly lost control!

Freya bit her lip and clenched her fist, cursing herself for being weak. She had only agreed to let Radley be the

father of the child, not to tell him the truth!

When she initially planned to let Matthew take on the identity, she had only considered the conflicts of interest

between the Hood family and the Kaufmann Group, including the subsequent troubles. But now, with Radley, her

fingers trembled with anxiety.

Freya leaned against the wall for a long time, trying to calm herself down.

She shook her head and similed bitterly. This decision she made today was sudden, but Radley was right. The baby

needed a father in name.

However, she hadn’t told her mother and brother about this decision. When she returned home, Braxton probably

wouldn’t let her off easily.

Her head began to throb at the thought of her own brother.

In the past, Braxton had heeded her every word. Yet, after losing his memory, he somehow knew that she had been

married for two years. Recently, due to Radley, she had been losing more arguments and she could no longer stand

up to Braxton anymore.

Knock-knock-knock. A few light sounds interrupted Freya’s thoughts. Startled, she turned to the neighboring

balcony door. The thin curtain of the window was translucent, offering a vague glimpse of a tall figure

outside.

She opened the door and found Radley standing on the balcony, causing her eyes to widen.

“How did you come over?”

Radley said calmly, “We’re quite close.”

“Even if we’re close, this is still the second floor!” Freya scolded in a low voice. “You don’t want to live anymore?”

Before she finished speaking, Radley stepped into the room. “You haven’t finished what you were saying.

The man’s breath swept in with the mountain breeze from outside.