Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1597

"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 extreme reaction, 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 overcome with 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 came to mind.

For some reason, she seemed to have become more 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?