Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1622



Frida's mood finally mellowed down. Taking Mashauva's hand on her own accord, she said, "Don't get into a fight with them. Their family background may not be as influential as yours, but they're like mad dogs. They'd do anything when they're driven into a corner."

Hearing that, Mashauva wrinkled her nose and said, "I didn't know their true colors before this, but now that I do, it's hard not to get into a fight with them."

What she said was true, and Frida was not able to dispense any more advice. After all, knowing Masahuva, she would've lived with it instead of getting into a fight.

On the same note, Frida refused to curry their favor.

If she acted hypocritically, she could've completely avoided Lena and Hailey's bully, but she couldn't, and that was why she took the full blow. Mashauva probably had the same mindset as her likewise. With that thought in mind, Frida said, "Alright then. Try not to create any conflict regardless."

"Right back at you. Frida, if they dare to threaten or attack you again, you have to tell me."

"Yeah."

Just like that, the two girls became good friends again and went back to their dormitory together.

The next day, Mashauva had invited the boys at the basketball court to dine at the hotel her family owns. It wasn't until they arrived that they realized they were dining in a six- star hotel. Although some among the group were more well off than others, they had never seen any young girl able to treat others to a meal at such a luxurious hotel just like that, and a hotel ran by the Taylor Group at that.

Some who had wanted to woo Mashauva before were now intimidated by her family background.

However, Mashauva gained a new group of friends from this. They'd always cheered her on when she went jogging.

Mashauva's life was pleasant in the following half month, and she could tell her weight was dropping day by day. Although she hadn't weighed herself in a while, she could feel the difference.

She hadn't contacted Bruno since her visit to the police academy, and Freddy would visit her at school regularly and bring her yogurt, but Mashauva never really accepted them.

After that, Freddy no longer brought her yogurt but water instead. Sometimes, he'd leave right after giving her meal replacement shakes. Nobody said anything at first, but when he started to frequent the school, the boys on the basketball court began to tease Mashauva. "Mashauva, is he your neighbor?"

"No."

"He isn't? Then who's he? How does he know you?"

"He's my brother's classmate, a good friend."

"Oh... Is he interested in you?"

Embarrassed, Mashauva denied. "What are you on about?"

"Mashauva, my money's on this dude having a thing for you. Otherwise, he wouldn't go through all the trouble coming here, looking for you, giving you things. It's not as if he's working for a charity, now, is he?"

"Yeah, Mashauva. Every time he's here, he'll just sit there, his eyes glued to you. He likes you; mark my words!"

"No, it's not like that," She frantically denied, hearing how they all bet Freddy had a crush on her. "He has always been nice to me. It's really not what you guys think. He only sees me as a sister."

"Has he confessed his love to you before?"

Mashauva quickly shook her head. "No."

She had the notion before but abandoned the idea in a fraction of a moment.

She couldn't believe she had such thoughts when he had been nothing but nice to her.

"Strange; he's never confessed his love for you?"

"How is it strange? I mean, think about Mashauva's age. He looks older than her. In all seriousness, Mashauva, I'm willing to bet he's waiting for you to come of age."

Mashauva was confused.

"You're only a freshman now, but you'll be an adult in a year, right?"

"Yeah."

"When that time comes, he'll definitely go all out and find the right time to confess his love for you."

The group of boys surrounded Mashauva as they discussed seriously.

Their words drilled shock into Mashauva, her little face blanching. "Don't be silly; Freddy's not like that."

Seeing how pale and frantic she became, the boys stopped discussing but asked her in return.

"You don't seem to like him, do you? Otherwise, you wouldn't pale up when we said he has a thing for you."

Hearing that, Mashauva drooped her eyelids.

She liked Freddy, but not romantically. He was a good man with integrity and compassion thrown in for good measure. On top of that, he had a knack for caring for people. It would be a lie to say she didn't adore him having spent the better part of her life with him.

However, it was not the kind of adoration she felt toward Bruno.

In the process of losing weight, she'd been feeling a heart-wrenching pain.

Her purpose for losing weight was to show her best self to Bruno. She had wanted to see him but was paradoxically afraid of doing so. She even began wondering if her change was drastic and if this girl who chased after Bruno was still the same person.

"If you don't like him, you have to refuse him from now on."

"Refuse?" Mashauva looked up, lost.

"Yeah. Send him the 'thanks but no thanks' signats so he won't put all his attention on you. Mashauva, if you don't have those kinds of

feelings for him, then all that hol

done for you would be a waste of time." "Got it."

Mashauva nodded in agreement.

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The next day, Freddy came to visit Mashauva again. Apart from the usual, he brought a hairpin for her.

He thought it would be a great addition to her everyday workout style.

However, he couldn't spot her on the track. Amid his perplexity, he spied her sitting under a tree nearby.

There was where Freddy usually stood. With his lips curled upward, he was happy to find that she had learned to wait for him there.

With the thought in mind, Freddy darted toward her.

Unbeknownst to him, Mashauva was distressed as she pulled an all-nighter, trying to conceive of ways to tell Freddy, in no uncertain terms, to put a lid on his feelings for her.

At first she'd scratched the idea, thinking that perhaps Freddy did not like her romantically at all, and it was all in her head.

But then it occurred to her that if he really did like her, wouldn't it be a waste of his time if she didn't turn him down?

After mulling over, Mashauva thought that it would be better to be direct. Better than she was judged for having misinterpreted the gesture than having misspent Freddy's dear time.

Hence her jogging mood was oh-so-low. She just sat here and waited.

No sooner had Freddy sat down than he said secretively, "Masha, guess what gift | brought you today?"