Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1661

Her phone was dying, so Mashauva tried to find a charger in the drawer and charged her phone.

After a full day of adventure, she was exhausted.

After putting her phone down, she quickly fell asleep, not caring about anything else.

She had a dream that night, which brought her back to when she was in middle school with Frida. They were happy, carefree, and besties then, meeting up to drink milkshakes, eat barbecues, and watch movies.

The scene changed the next second, and Frida suddenly pushed her away.

"Mashauva Taylor, you and I are no longer best friends!"

"Why?" Mashauva couldn't comprehend, asking even in her dream. However, Frida never gave her an answer, walking away firmly, not even looking back once.

Mashauva tried to catch up to her but to no avail. Finally, Frida disappeared from her sight.

When Mashauva woke up, her heart was racing violently, and the pillow was wet from her tears while a teardrop fell from the corner of her eye.

Feeling depressed, Mashauva looked outside and noticed the grey sky outside; the sun would rise soon.

She sat in the bed for a while, desolate, before she grabbed her phone to check the time.

It was already six.

It turned out she had been sleeping for so long. Mashauva checked her Facebook Messenger to find that Frida had not sent her any messages.

No, things couldn't end just like that; she had to find out why Frida would do that to her.

Hence, she tapped into their chat, intending to ask her. However, when she saw the strings of messages she sent, she suddenly thought otherwise.

Be it in friendship or love, one person's effort was never enough, wasn't it? Since Frida had already made it clear that she didn't want to be friends anymore, she'd only be hounding if she kept looking for her.

With that thought in mind, Mashauva dismissed the idea of sending Frida a message.

She tapped on Frida's profile picture, wanting to see the things they sent to each other.

However, to her dismay, they were all gone.

It sent her heart down the abyss.

When she was preparing for her coming-of-age ceremony, she thought they could do it together and got the designer to make her a dress. However, she left as soon as she came and even said she no longer wanted to be her friend. Now when she wanted to text her, Frida had already blocked her.

Wait, was it muted or blocked?

Mashauva texted her, unwilling to give up.

"Frida?"

Immediately, the system said Frida had blocked her.

What did it mean when people said their hearts died?

That was probably it. The last bit of her faith and hope she clung to vanished along with the notification.

To her surprise, she didn't feel like crying but only sat in the bed with her phone in her hand as she spaced out.

Perhaps this was what Frida wanted.

What she should do now was to stop pestering her.

Mashauva closed her eyes and laid back down.

Around eight, she heard noises coming from the door. As she had been wide awake the entire time, she could hear it loud and clear. She had thought Bruno would come knocking at her door, but things went silent soon after.

Then her phone pinged. It was a message from Bruno.

"I've hung some stuff at your door. Let me know when you're awake. Come out for breakfast."