Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1602

"Why do you care how much she eats? Anyhow, they will leave after staying here for a few days. Don't stick your nose into other people's business."

Her husband was an honest and timid man; Laura was, on the contrary, good-hearted.

"So you're saying I'm a busybody?"

"When did I say that?" he defended himself.

"How can you be so heartless? Am I even not allowed to feel aggrieved for the poor girl after she was bullied?"

Laura's honest husband immediately surrendered. "Fine, you're right, you're always right. I'm just worried for you seeing that they quarreled so fiercely in the morning."

"What's there to be worried about? There's no reason for him to attack me. Besides, he slapped her because he could not bear it any longer. Plus, this girl has someone to protect her. She won't suffer any losses."

However, something else came to mind, and she said, "She's not suffering any losses physically, but what about mentally? Wounds heal, but what about psychological trauma? How will

you feel if someone attacks you for your appearance? She's just a teenage girl!"

Her honest husband did not speak again, thinking his wife's words were quite right.

Words were indeed capable of destroying a person.

It seemed that Mashauva had really taken it to heart; otherwise, the difference in her behavior would not be so drastic.

Ever since Freddy slapped Qiana, she was much more well-behaved, and she no longer stirred up trouble. She dared not even talk to Mashauva nor look at her when she saw her.

Mashauva was not used to it at first, therefore she asked Freddy about it.

Smiling, Freddy explained to her, "She just paid the price for what she said to you. Why do you care about her?"

"But..."

"C'mon, don't 'but' me. I'm already nice enough not to send her home after all she had said to you. As long as I'm here, no one can hurt you. I will not let anyone who hurts you off easily, no matter who they are."

After that, he ruffled Mashauva's hair with a gentle smile. "I will always watch over you."

If it was in the past, Mashauva would have thought that Freddy was sweet and an older brother figure. However, after her headspace had changed subtly, Freddy's behavior and words toward her seemed to have varied.

Staring at Freddy, a strange idea crystallized in her mind.

Though it was only inchoate, she was scared by it, after which she shook her head hard.

It was impossible. It must be her own imagination. How would Freddy think so?

"What's wrong?"

Freddy was confused by Mashauva's actions; she first fixed her gaze at him, then shook her head non-stop. He wondered, and said out loud, "You don't want me to protect you?"

"Sorry?" Mashauva reacted. She couldn't believe she had reflexively shaken her head in front of Freddy. She quickly waved her hand and said, "No, Freddy, something else just came to mind."

"What were you thinking about?"

"It's nothing."

"Why do you look so guilty?" Freddy narrowed his eyes and approached Mashauva suddenly. Mashauva's heart skipped a beat, and she moved back, shocked.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Freddy," Mashauva said as she stood up, "I'll go back to my room first."

"Hold up."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Freddy grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

Mashauva didn't think much of it, but after he grabbed her, Freddy withdrew his hand as if he had been shocked. "I still have something to say to you. Sit down first," he said uneasily.

"Okay."

Mashauva sat down beside him again.