Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1672

"Mom, I've made two gnocchi and some soup. Do you want to eat them now or later?"

"Set them aside for now. I'm not hungry yet. You guys can eat first."

Freddy looked at Mashauva and said, "You guys should head back then. No need to drop by in the afternoon. Get some rest after you've eaten."

Surprised, Madeline asked, "Didn't I tell you to bring her food?"

"What food? There are too many people. I only made enough for two."

In other words, he didn't want Bruno and Mashauva to stay for lunch and what that meant was very obvious.

Hearing that, Madeline nearly jumped out of bed to give her son a good beating, wanting to know what in the world he was thinking.

However, as she had just undergone an operation not too long ago, and that Bruno and Mashauva were still there, she held back, only smiling as she said, "Look at you, Bruno and Mashauva came all the way to visit me and take care of me. How can you only make enough for two? How about this, leave the food here, and you take them out to eat.

Don't worry about me." "No way," Freddy immediately objected and shook his head. "I can't leave you alone in the hospital."

"It's fine, Madam Madeline. We can go home and eat. We'll come back tomorrow."

Madeline could only agree, resigned.

"Alright then. Take care, drive safe."

After they left, Madeline shot Freddy a resentful glance.

"Idiot."

Freddy didn't reply. He did it on purpose. Bruno even asked when he saw Freddy had only made two portions. "Why didn't you make enough for four?"

"That won't be necessary." Freddy twitched his lips. "Although I like her, what's more important to me is to see her happy and not to be with her."

Bruno fell silent at that.

When they left, Mashauva followed behind Bruno, looking somewhat lost. It seemed that Bruno had always been thin, and his back was straight when he walked, just like his heart.

She liked this Bruno a lot but...

Many people were saying she was young, so she was still confused about her feelings and that she should date other people to understand what her true feelings were.

But should she?

She had always believed her feelings were what they were, but when people around her kept telling her otherwise, she began doubting if she was right. If not, why would they say differently from her thoughts?

As Mashauva was deep in thought, her pace slowed down, and her head hung low. She didn't even notice Bruno had stopped, bumping into him straight.

Bang!

"What's going on in that little mind of yours?"

A deep male voice rang from above, and she looked up reflexively, meeting Bruno's deep gaze.

"Bruno?"

"What if you bump into someone when you think as you walk?"

"Sorry," Mashauva lowered her eyes. "I spaced out a little. I didn't mean to."

She didn't want to think as she walked either. However, without realizing it, she fell into deep thought and thus that.