Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1631



However, Mashauva didn't answer, crying nonstop.

Broken-hearted, Cassie was at a loss for how to comfort Masahuva. In the end, she simply kept quiet, listening, waiting, until she was worn out from crying.

Only then did Cassie gently wipe away her tears and said softly, "Are you hungry? How about I ask the kitchen to make something for you?" Mashauva shook her head, leaning her face against Cassie as she said, "I'm not hungry. I don't want to eat."

She had no appetite at all and was even queasy when Cassie mentioned food.

"Then, how about a little soup? You can't starve yourself, can you?" Cassie suggested.

Unfortunately, Mashauva still had no appetite. "I want to sleep," she said, miserable.

"Then how about you take a shower before you go back to sleep?" Cassie suggested again. Mashauva had a foul smell on her, but she was too dispirited to do anything. So she turned down her mother's suggestion once more before lying back down, hugging her pillow as she faced the other way.

It took no time at all for exhaustion to get to her, and she fell asleep.

When Cassie saw her daughter like this, she felt as if her heart had shattered into millions of pieces, but there was nothing she could do; she couldn't wake Mashauva up again, could she? Therefore, she instructed the kitchen to prepare some food before telling the servants to fill up the water in the bathtub and change it when it got cold.

Mashauva would be able to eat and take a bath as soon as she woke up.

Unfortunately, she slept through the night.

Cassie kept vigil by her bedside, worried that she'd do something foolish after she left.

When Mashauva woke up to see her mother by her bedside, she instantly felt guilt-ridden.

"Mom."

Cassie jolted out of her sleep when she heard her daughter's voice. "Mashauva, you're up. How are you doing? Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Mashauva had no appetite at all, but seeing how concerned her mother was for her, she nodded and said, "I'm hungry. I'd like some oatmeal." "Okay, I'll tell the kitchen."

With that, the servants in the kitchen immediately prepared some oatmeal. Meanwhile, Mashauva went to take a shower. There was a lump in her throat when she realized the water in the bathtub was still warm.

A night had passed; the water should've long gone cold. It could only mean that her mother had instructed the servants to check the temperature and change it whenever necessary, in case she suddenly wanted to take a shower.

Mashauva felt as if the world was about to end when she realized Bruno did not like her. However, now she thought she was a let-down.

So what if he didn't like her? She'd just forget about him then. It wasn't that big of a deal.

She shouldn't have behaved this way. It sure was an embarrassment.

She should've kept her emotions in check; after all, she'd be of legal age soon. With that mindset, Mashauva washed away the smell from her body thoroughly.

She was in a much better mood after her shower.

Cassie was waiting outside of the bathroom when she came out.

"Fresh and clean, finally. You must be hungry. The oatmeal is ready. What would you like; sweet, savory, plain?"

Looking at her mother, Mashauva forced a smile as she mumbled, "I'm good with anything, Mom."

"Alright, have a bit of everything then."

After that, Cassie continued to keep vigil over her daughter. It wasn't until she watched Masahuva eat the oatmeal that she ruffled her hair, much more at ease.This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

"If you still don't feel well, take a day off from school tomorrow. I can tell the teachers you won't be going to school for a few days."

"It's fine, Mom. I want to go. I'll be fine after a day's rest."

"Alright." Cassie didn't want to force her daughter at this time. "Whatever floats your boat."

Mashauva did not talk about what happened the day before, and Cassie also didn't bring it up tacitly. After all, this was a wound in her daughter's heart.

After Cassie left, Mashauva resisted the urge to cry and ran into the bathroom. She threw up everything she had just eaten.

Even after she cried and vomited, she still felt despondent.

Standing in front of the mirror, she contemplated for a while before washing her face thoroughly.

After that, she looked at herself in the mirror.

"Mashauva, you need to get it together. So what if he doesn't like you. You still have Mom and Dad; and your friends."

After she cheered herself up, she smiled at the mirror.

The next day.

Mashauva went to school as usual.

Apart from her swollen eyes, she didn't look any different. Frida didn't know about her weekend, but as her best friend, she could tell something was off with Masahuva, so she couldn't help asking.

"Are you alright? Your eyes are a little swollen. Did something happen?"

What happened over the weekend was both sad and humiliating to Mashauva. So be it if she was rejected to her face, but she was rejected even before she said anything.

How should she explain to Frida? Tell her she went out with her brother and then he brought his girlfriend with him?

She thought it was humiliating no matter how she put it, so she only smiled, then shook her head, lips bloodless.

"I'm fine. It's just that I was unwell over the weekend."

She downplayed it, but Frida could clearly feel that something was wrong.

And in the days that followed, Frida noticed Mashauva had become silent and would often space out when she was alone. That innocent, adorable Mashauva was gone, and the light in her eyes had vanished too She sometimes wouldn't even respond to her name when she spaced out.

What was more, she no longer went for her regular jogs but returned to their dormitory to sleep right after classes. Frida would drag her along to the library every now and then, but Mashauva would sleep instead of study even if she went.

After Frida finished studying, she would wake her up, and Mashauva would leave with her.

Everything about Masahuva was absolutely abnormal. What was even weirder was that even when she did not work out nor watch her diet, her weight dropped drastically.

She was at least a size smaller after half a month.

Finally, Frida couldn't take it anymore and confronted her.

"What in the world happened? Aren't we best friends? Why won't you tell me anything anymore?"

However, Mashauva could only force a smile.

"Nothing, Frida, I swear. Don't worry about me. I'm just not feeling well." "You're just not feeling well?" Frida didn't buy her bull. "If that's the case, then you've been unwell for a long time. Why won't you see a doctor?"

Mashauva mumbled cowardly, "I don't really want to go."

"Do you really not want to go, or are you actually lying about feeling unwell?"

Hearing that, Mashauva raised her head and looked at Frida. It may have been her imagination, but she thought Frida was somewhat pushy at the moment.

"Frida, what's the matter with you?"

With that, Frida realized she was somewhat aggressive; within a fraction of a second, she returned to normal.

"Nothing. I'm sorry, I just thought

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you looked so miserable with your feelings bottled up; I hope you can say it out may be able to enlighten you. I mean, look at you, you're not exercising, and you barely eat nowadays, but your weight is dropping drastically. As your best

friend, I'm worried about you."