No Longer Lovesick After a Memory Loss

Chapter 7

Chapter 7 Sweetie, There’s No Need to Curse Yourself Like This The divorce procedure was completed very quickly. Soon, coming out of the city hall, Freya stared at the divorce certificate in her hand, at a loss for words. She never thought that she would divorce at a young age. Life was unpredictable. While she was still lost in her thoughts, Radley suddenly spoke in a cold voice. “Pack up your things when we get back.” His commanding tone seemed like a habit to him, whereas Freya instinctively frowned. When Freya didn’t respond, Radley lowered his gaze and looked at her. Her expression was cold and indifferent too, very different from the gentle and obedient demeanor that he used to see from her. But one thing remained unchanged. No matter what expression she had, Freya was beautiful. In the past, her beauty was lifeless. But now, it was full of personality and sharpness. After a few seconds, Freya responded with a nonchalant and indifferent attitude, “Oh, just throw them away. I don’t want them anymore.” Radley’s brows furrowed, and he was about to speak when a soft and pleasant voice called out. “Radley.” Both Freya and Radley turned to look.

A woman in a light blue long dress was walking towards them. Her features were delicate and pretty, and she had a charming smile. When she approached them, she lightly hooked her arm around Radley’s and asked, “Are you done? Let’s go.” Radley’s expression softened visibly, and he responded with affection, “Alright, let’s go.” Silently, Freya watched from the side. If she hadn’t lost her memory, she wondered what she would have felt to watch this scene. Although she had lost her memories, her heart still felt uneasy. How could someone flirt with another woman in front of the city hall right after his divorce?

Freya couldn’t help but feel sorry for herself for having married him in the past. Seeing the woman nestling up to Radley like a bird, she snorted. “Shameless.” She spoke in a light tone, so the two didn’t hear what she said, but she caught their attention. The woman, Danna Delgado, let go of Radley’s arm and walked up to Freya with a soft smile. “Freya, I heard you lost your memories.” Somehow, Freya felt disgusted at the sight of the woman. But she didn’t show it and just replied flatly, “Yes.” Danna’s smile grew even wider. She took a step forward, as if to give Freya a hug, and whispered in Freya’s ear, “Well, he’s still mine.” A tight frown formed between Freya’s brows. Now, she could tell that there was something going on between the woman and Radley. Meanwhile, standing up straight, Danna acted as if nothing had happened and asked sweetly, “Freya, your makeup looks really great today. Do you know that I usually don’t wear makeup because I’m bad at it? Can you help me with doing my makeup in the future?” “Since you’re aware that I’ve lost my memories, you should know that I have zero clue about who you are, let alone that you don’t wear makeup.” Freya had only put on light makeup today, and the aggressiveness in her stunning features had been softened. Nevertheless, her tone was merciless. After a short pause, Freya put on a faint smile and continued lightly, “But, you know what I do for a living. “I usually only do makeup for the deceased. So, sweetie, there’s no need to curse yourself like this.” Instantly, Danna’s face changed, though she still maintained a sweet and gentle demeanor in front of Radley, to which Freya silently rolled her eyes. Just then, Radley called in a deepened tone, somewhat annoyed, “Freya.” Without even sparing a glance at them, Freya responded indifferently, “You two can stay and be lovey- dovey in front of the city hall. I’m leaving.”

With that, she turned around and left. She indeed only did makeup for the deceased. Because she was a mortician. In other words, she restored the deceased’s appearance and body to the former state. … After two years of unemployment, Freya had to return to her previous workplace to ask whether they were hiring. As soon as she entered the building, she was greeted by her former acquaintances. “Freya Kaufmann? You’re back?” Freya curved her lips and nodded. At the same time, she also overheard some gossip. “Is that Freya Kaufmann? The one who quit her job after marrying into a wealthy family?” “Yes, I heard she was quite good at work, but the family that she married into didn’t like her job and forced her to quit.” “It’s been so long since she worked. Who knows whether she’s still good at the job?” “Well, wealthy families have a lot of rules and taboos. They don’t like their family members dealing with the dead every day, as they believe that it would affect their business.” “So, she’s back to work now because she was kicked out?” Freya easily picked up on what her former colleagues were saying along the way, and she was still thinking about what she had heard when she arrived at the manager’s office. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. How could she have willingly given up her job to marry Radley? She must be dumb. Fortunately, she lost her memories and divorced Radley now. She had come out of the misery pit just in time.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.