Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

"No problem. If you don't want to talk to her, then don't. I won't say a thing even if you want to ignore her." "Freddy, does your leg hurt?" Mashauva looked at his thigh. "You did bump into the table after all." "I'm fine!" Freddy held back pain as he laughed. "As long as you stop crying, I'll be fine no matter how many times I hit myself." After that, he reached out to wipe away tears in the corners of her eyes. "Don't cry. You have such beautiful eyes; what if you ruin them from crying too much?" Her eyes were beautiful? Mashauva bit her lower lip lightly and asked, "Are my eyes really beautiful?" "Of course they are!" Freddy answered quickly. "Masha, there is nothing ugly about you. You're beautiful from head to toe, so don't believe whatever Qiana said to you." "I'm fine now." Mashauva wiped at the tears caught in the corners of her eyes and said softly, "Freddy, don't worry. I guess I was a little harsh on Qiana just now. Although she did cross the line with what she said, after thinking about it, she was right. I am indeed fa-" "You're not!" Before Mashauva could say the word fat, Freddy interrupted her in a rush. "I don't care who that person is; if they dare say that to you, they're my enemy. Your figure looks just right to me!" Surprised by Freddy's extrreaction, it was quite a while before she snapped back to her senses. She lowered her gaze languidly and did not say anything more.

Freddy fixed her bed hair as he spoke tenderly, "Mashauva, you're barely even an adult. You just do you and do whatever you like. The world is filled with people who each have their own opinions and voices. You shouldn't let them affect you, nor do they deserve to. Just be yourself, okay?" "I understand, Freddy." "I'll deal with Qiana, don't worry. All this will have passed after a good night's sleep." Freddy left after making sure she was alright.

Mashauva was overcwith a warm and tingly sensation. Freddy was really nice to her, probably because the one in the wrong was his cousin.

If she was the one at fault that day, Bruno would also probably step in.

Bruno.

The photo on her phone immediately cto mind.

For sreason, she seemed to have becmore and more sensitive recently, and her mind would sway to places it normally wouldn't.

Like when she looked at the photo, she would actually think she was too fat to stand beside Bruno, and the girl next to him should be more outstanding and beautiful, unlike her.

As the thought crossed her mind, Mashauva closed her eyes. Could it be that she liked...

No, it was impossible.

How could she have such thoughts? Mashauva shook her head wildly, trying to discard those implausible thoughts. Bruno was so nice to her; she shouldn't think of such nonsense.

To get rid of her doubts, Mashauva signed up for a throwaway account on her phone to post on a forum. She briefly recounted her and Bruno's relationship and all that happened recently. At the end of the post, she asked if she should stay away from Bruno and if she was normal. After she sent the post, Mashauva pursed her lips as she gripped the phone. She hadn't gone into too much detail, so no one would know it was her, right? Perhaps she should just delete it.

Mashauva opened the forum again. As she was about to delete the post, someone had replied to her. "Congratulations, you've fallen for him. It's normal. You said yourself that you two grew up together and are not related by blood. You have different parents. How is that abnormal?" Yes, the two of them were childhood sweethearts, and he had always been good to her.

Another user replied, "I think so too. According to your description, that guy sounds like the epitof perfection. How have you been able to hold yourself back when you grew up with a guy like him? If I were you, I would have won him over already. There's no way I'd give other girls a chance." "I'm guessing that his family saw you as a future bride for him. Otherwise, they wouldn't treat you like their own daughter. Perhaps he feels the sway too." Future bride? Mashauva's face reddened when she saw that. She typed anxiously in reply.

"No, it's not like that. He and his family were good towithout any ulterior motive." After sthought, she added, "Our relationship isn't like that. I don't have that kind of feeling for him either. Don't get the wrong idea." "Really? You're full of hesitation and wariness. You're afraid everyone will say you're abnormal, so you don't dare to admit it, am I right?" Seeing that, Mashauva felt as though her heart had been stabbed. She dared not face it.

"C'mon, look at the world we live in now. If you like him, try to win his affection. Just as someone said m earlier, it'd be a pity if you let another girl get to him first." Mashauva stared at those words for a long tand finally sent a reply that took her ages to type. "But I'm very fat. I'm not worthy of him." After she posted her reply, she was wrought with the feeling that it wasn't right. Thus, she immediately deleted it.

Whatever, she shouldn't get fanciful. She should not even have posted in the forum.

The person she was replying to was probably online at the tand had seen Mashauva's reply before she deleted it. That person left her a message.

"Why did you delete your reply? You should be more confident. Your problem isn't a problem at all. If you truly like him, you can make the change." Make the change? Shed sweight?

Mashauva had never taken that into consideration, as the first thing she thought of after waking up was to figure out what she was going to eat that day. The thought of losing weight had never crossed her mind, not even the slightest.

"It's hard to make any changes, but the key lies in whether you're willing to do it or not. If you really like him, you'd want to change for the better without hesitation. I'm not saying. your current self has a problem you need to fix, but since you don't have the confidence, why not pursue him looking your best? That way, you won't feel insecure anymore, no?" The user's words struck the right chord with Mashauva.

She did not want to admit it before, but now she could not escape her pent-up, murky feelings.

After being with Bruno for so long, how could she not have any feelings for him? X