Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

The next day.

After Mashauva's classes ended, she went straight to the canteen to buy about a dozen bottles of water.

Only then did she go to the field with bags of water in hand.

Before she arrived, the boys on the basketball court were joking amongst themselves.

"Do you think that the girl from yesterday will cby later?" "Who knows. She wasn't feeling well yesterday, so she probably won't be jogging today. She might need to rest for a few days. God knows what tshe woke up yesterday." "But even if she doesn't run today, she'll at least cto thank us, right?" "C'mon, dude, you shouldn't help someone just because you want them to thank you. That's emotional blackmail." "Alas." "Look, who's that?" The group of boys becexcited when they saw Masahuva on the track.

"Here she comes. She's really here." "What's in her hand? The bag looks heavy, but I'm not sure what it is." "D*mn, can it be that she bought us gifts because we helped her yesterday?" As Mashauva approached them, they noticed she had a rosy tinge to her fair skin. She looked charming and adorable.

"Dude, I think I'm in love." "Who would've thought girls with smeat on their bones can be quite cute too." "She's coming. Shush." Mashauva finally reached them, carrying the bag of bottled water.

"Hi, everyone." The boys, who had been fooling around, were now suddenly so nervous that they didn't know where to look when Mashauva cface-to-face with them.

"H-Hello." "The doctor toldyou guys were the ones who broughtto the infirmary after I passed out, right?" "Yeah, but you don't need to call the way here to thank us. We just happened to be here when you fainted. We had to do something, didn't we?" "Thank you." Mashauva squatted down and opened the bag, saying, "I bought you guys water." The boys suddenly felt self-conscious when they saw the many bottles of water in the bag.

"So this is what you lugged all the way here? You really shouldn't have. A simple thanks would be more than enough" "Yeah, we were just helping out as anyone would." Mashauva pursed her lips. "No matter what, I still have to thank you guys. This water is for you. If you guys are free sother time, I'd like to treat you guys to a meal to show my sincerity." Oh, how had many boys fantasized about being treated to a meal by a pretty junior. They were raring to accept, but they didn't want to scare her away either. Hence, they merely replied euphemistically, "There's no need. We can all have a meal together, but you don't need to treat us. There's so many of us; we can't possibly let you pay for the meal." "It's fine, I can afford it." Mashauva assumed they were hesitant because they thought she wouldn't be able to pay for all of them. After all, they were all still students. Afraid that they would turn her sincere offer down, she changed her tack. "If it's because you don't wantto spend too much money, then how about we eat at a restaurant my family owns?" "Your family?" "Yeah, my family runs a hotel business." The group of boys were speechless.

Little did they expect her to be from a wealthy family.

They were really at a loss for words.

"Please say yes. It's to thank all of you." Mashauva even added, "But not today. I'd have to call my dad to get him to make preparations for us. How about a few days later? You guys can conce they're ready." "sure." The boys were still dumbfounded when they accepted Mashauva's offer in the end.

"Thank you. Right, I'll be off now." After Mashauva left, the boys started talking about it.

"How have we just agreed to it?" "I didn't want to either, but she said she'd be treating us at a restaurant her family owns, and I agreed before I knew it." That night, after class, Mashauva went outside the campus to make a call.

As she planned to focus on her studies and lose weight, she didn't bring her phone with her to school. So she had to resort to using a public payphone.

Richard was surprised to receive a call from her. "Mashauva, it's been a long tsince you called. Plus, why is this an unknown number? Did something happen to you?" Mashauva shook her head subconsciously.

Only after doing so did she remember she was on a call. Her father wouldn't be able to see her response. Thus, she said, "Nothing. I just didn't bring my phone to school, so used a payphone." "Is that so? What's up?" She was the Taylors' only daughter, so Richard saw her as the apple of his eye. Whenever he spoke to his beloved daughter, he'd sound particularly doting and gentle. "Dad, I want to treat my classmates to a meal." "That's good. You should foster good relations with your classmates." "But they didn't agree to it because they were afraid that I would spend too much money, so..." "Don't worry, Mashauva. I'll give you the money. How much do you need? A couple of thousands?" Mashauva said nothing.

"Or is that not enough?" "No, I want to take them to one of our hotels for a meal. Is that okay?" Stumped, it took Richard stto register what Mashauva had said.

"Of course, no problem at all. I'd go above and beyond even if my baby girl asks for the stars and moon." "Then, Dad, please tell them to prepare the dishes. I'll bring them over this Saturday." "Of course. Whatever you want, Mashauva." After it was settled, Mashauva

walked back to campus. On her way, she passed by a convenience store ce store and noticed the ice cream they were selling. She was tempted as she hadn't had any ice cream since she began her weight loss plans "Maybe... one?" she wondered.

It'd be fine if she only ate one, right? No, no way, Although one portion of ice cream did not have a lot of she'd want more if she had one. She hadn't reached her targeted weight yet; how dared she indulge? Mashauva gulped down a few mouthfuls of saliva and hurried back to campus.

As the door to her dormitory was closed when she arrived, she stood outside, spacing out for a while. However, just as she was about to head in, she heard voices from inside.

"What do you think is the most natural way to tell Mashauva when she comes back?" "Just say it. Do you even need to overthink when speaking to her?"

"Of course. We have to make it believable, don't we? No way she'll believe us if we don't sound sincere. This is our only chance. We can't mess it up." "Then just say you want to invite her to your birthday celebration and also introduce a few cute boys to her there and then. I'm sure she'll be tempted." "Introduce her? I should skip that part. What if they're disgusted at how fat she is? Haha." The laughter rang out piercingly and arrogantly, stabbing into Mashauva's heart like a blade.

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