My Ex-wife's Hidden Personalities

Chapter 425

Chapter 425 Too Late, I’m Afraid NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Edward’s room was not easily accessible.

In the darkness of the night, that swaying figure gradually turned into an unmoving statue devoid of life. The entire room seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dilapidated shadows.

Meanwhile, at Colkirk, the capital of Kundin, two car teams quickly arrived in its suburbs.

Freya got out of the car and looked somewhat surprised at the villa in front of her.

Radley gazed at her affectionately. “My house. I stayed here when I came searching for you.”

Freya nodded and smiled, holding his arm. “Let’s go inside then.”

Once inside the villa, Freya looked at the furnishings and felt a slight pang in her nose.

It was evident that this villa hadn’t been inhabited for a long time. After Radley bought it, he must have rarely visited. The furniture in the villa was old, and dust had accumulated in the corners. How did he, a person with a cleanliness obsession, endure this?

Evidently, Radley had been wholeheartedly searching for her.

He also noticed Freya’s gaze and glanced at the dust in the corner, something he hadn’t noticed before.

“It’s a bit basic here, but it’s okay. You’ll have to make do for one night. I’ve already arranged a flight for tomorrow morning with Connor. We’ll be heading home in the morning.”

Freya nodded vigorously. “Okay, we’ll go home tomorrow morning.”

Freya’s bedroom was arranged on the second floor, and Radley had the only maid escort her there while he remained on the first floor, keeping his gaze fixed on Matthew, who stood his ground, his expression indifferent.

Once Radley was certain that Freya had entered her room and wouldn’t hear any noise from the first floor, he stepped forward and delivered a fierce punch to Matthew’s face.

“How dare you keep the news about her whereabouts to yourself?!”

Matthew met Radley’s cold gaze but refrained from retaliating, perhaps thinking about what would happen the next day. “Why should I tell you about the information I received?”

Radley exuded a chilling and oppressive aura. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed Matthew’s collar.

With a trace of malice, he warned. “Matthew, I know what intentions you have toward her. From now on, stay away from her, or I’ll make the entire Hood family disappear from Caltun!”

Matthew responded with a sinister and carefree smile. “Try me then.”

There was some commotion on the second floor, and Radley immediately let go of Matthew’s collar, turning to look up. Freya had reached the spiral staircase and called out to him, “Radley, come up.”

Radley cast one final cold glance at Matthew before turning and heading upstairs.

Upon reaching the second floor, Radley held Freya’s hand. “What’s wrong?”

Freya lifted her petite face. “There seems to be a mouse in my room.”

Radley furrowed his brows. “How could there be a mouse?”

Although the villa had been inhabited for many years, it shouldn’t have reached the point of having mice. However, since Freya had mentioned it, Radley followed her into her bedroom.

The bedroom had brand new bedding, and the tables and chairs were spotless, having been prepared by the time he returned.

“Where’s the mouse?” Radley asked after entering the room.

“It’s here,” Freya said softly behind him.

Just as Radley turned around, a fragrant scent enveloped him, and her large, captivating eyes drew closer to him.

Her soft lips took the initiative and met his, causing Radley to freeze.

As soon as he had seen her earlier, he wanted to immediately pull her into his arms. However, considering that Freya had just successfully escaped, he was unsure if Jamie had done anything to her and didn’t want to frighten her. But now…

Radley’s gaze gradually deepened.

Freya might have taken the initiative, but she soon lost her dominance very quickly.

The man’s long arm wrapped around her waist, and their breaths intertwined.

Radley’s kiss was marked by strong aggression as if expressing long-unseen yearning, emotions, and love.

Freya took a step back, and he stepped forward, continuing until they reached the door She

slightly lifted her foot, and with a ‘click,’ the door closed.

Radley raised his gaze to glance at the door, then lowered it, meeting Freya’s mischievous. eyes. Her clear eyes now held a hint of shimmering allure, radiating a captivating light in their interplay.

Radley’s voice was slightly hoarse, and a hint of amusement played at the corner of his lips.

“Is this an invite?”

Freya’s heart raced; the sound of it beating seemingly echoed in her ears. But since she had. made her decision, she had to cherish every moment with him, especially since she would be leaving the next day.

Summoning her courage, Freya used her delicate hand to caress Radley’s face, tracing hist jawline, following the curve of his throat, and finally resting on his well-defined chest. Event through his shirt, she could feel the warmth of his body.

She teased, “Well, it is, but I wonder if the Mr. Monaghan still has the energy after these sleepless nights and missed meals.”

Radley’s pupils contracted slightly, and he narrowed his eyes. “My energy is indeed not at its best. I’m afraid you’ll have to make do, Miss Kaufmann.”

The next second, Freya’s body suddenly lifted off the ground.

She let out a surprised cry as Radley effortlessly bridal-carried her and placed her on the

bed.

Afterward, he went to lock the door. Freya had only closed the door earlier but hadn’t locked

1.

Once the door was locked, Radley turned back and walked toward the bed while loosening

his tie.

His hands were long and strong, with elegant finger joints and smooth, cool skin. He used his index finger to pull at the tie, giving off a hint of sharpness, like a fierce and poised beast ready to pounce.

Suddenly, Freya chickened out and thought that maybe it would be better to save this step for later when the stage was set. She cleared her throat. I know I said to cherish every moment with him, but waiting a while longer won’t hurt either, right?

“Um, Radley, since you mentioned that your energy isn’t at its best. How about we skip this for today? You should rest up and have some nourishing soup to regain your strength.”

Radley’s temple veins pulsed, torn between frustration and amusement. He couldn’t help but smile affectionately, and his eyes revealed a hint of playfulness. “Nourishing soup?”

He had already approached the bed, one knee on it, and his torso bent over. Before Freya could escape, he clasped her hands, their fingers intertwined, and just like that, the distance. between their bodies became zero.

Freya bit her lip, her voice trembling. “Um, can I take it back?”

“Too late now, I’m afraid.” Radley held her hands firmly, his waist pressing slightly down, and his handsome face moved closer to her neck.

Freya’s body tensed up. Then, she felt a moist sensation on her neck.

She was originally wearing a denim jacket and jeans, but now, with the damp sensation, the first button of her denim jacket was undone.

She widened her eyes. “Radley, you, you, you…”

She lowered her head and saw the man who had been burying his head lift his face. The ink- black gleam in his eyes seemed to be brewing a deadly poison, drawing people into their depths.

“What’s wrong?” Radley smirked, his lips slightly arched, and the sensation of invasion became even stronger.