Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Mashauva bit her lower lip, feeling as though someone had plunged a knife into her.

Turning around to leave, she bumped into Frida, who had also just returned. Their eyes met. Frida's gaze was forbearing; it was likely she had also overheard Lena and Hailey's conversation. Mashauva pursed her lips, taking a step forward. Just as she was about to speak, Frida grabbed her wrist and ran downstairs with her.

They stopped at a dark corner. Frida had her back facing her.

"Frida?" Mashauva looked at Frida's back and couldn't help wanting to lean on her shoulder. In a petulant tone, she asked, "Are you done with your studies yet? We haven't eaten together in such a long time. I miss you so much, Frida." Those words tugged at Frida's heartstrings. She had been keeping a distance from Mashauva for stime, not because she disliked her, but because Lena and Hailey would antagonize her if she kept hanging around Mashauva. Furthermore, she had only recovered recently from the injuries on her face.

Moreover, Frida had grown to enjoy the freedom of being alone with time, so she no longer wanted to hang out with Mashauva. She didn't expect Mashauva to have returned early that day as she'd usually be running at that time.

It was awkward enough that they had bumped into each other. Afraid that the other two might overhear Mashauva if she spoke, Frida quickly ran away with her.

At that juncture, Frida turned to avoid Mashauva's touch, facing her.

"Our studies will only get more and more stressful. After working hard recently, I realized that the questions I was so clueless about before turned out to be really simple. My mom has it hard. She has high expectations of me. I can't slack." As she spoke, her speech rate slowed. "I'm sorry." "Ah, that's okay." Mashauva shook her head and comforted Frida. "It's natural that your mom wants the best for you. All the best then. Let's have a meal together after you've gotten your stellar results. I won't bother you." "Mm. How have you been doing recently?" "Not too shabby." "That's good. I left something in the library. You head up first." "Huh, what did you leave behind? Why don't we go together." "It's fine." Frida refused quickly, as though it was a conditioned reflex. "I can go myself." With that, the smile in Mashauva's eyes vanished. "Okay, take care." "I will." As Frida left, Mashauva stared at her retreating figure for a long while. She hung her hands by her side and wrung the sides of her shirt, biting her lip.

Was it her imagination? Why did she have a nagging feeling that Frida was avoiding her? Had she done something wrong? No, they had known each other since they were children, and her mother had high expectations of her, so Frida put pressure on herself to get good results. It would be better to wait till her exams were over. When she thought of it that way, Mashauva soon felt relieved. Her smile returned to her face again as she went back to her dormitory.

Worried that she might hear more of the infuriating conversation, Mashauva deliberately made noises as she returned. Sure enough, it was silent when she pushed the door open, the two girls looking at her "Mashauva?" "Mashauva, you're back. Why so early today? Didn't you go jogging?" Both of them questioned her enthusiastically, as though they were not talking behind her back just moments ago. It was the first tMashauva realized how fake a person could be.

With that thought in mind, she did not reply but walked straight in.

Hailey and Lena exchanged glances, not understanding what was going on.

Mashauva was not the kind of person who could put up an act when she didn't like someone just to keep up appearances.

Mashauva went straight to get her clothes, preparing to take a shower.

When she cout of the bathroom, Hailey was hovering by the door.

"You're done showering, Mashauva? Let's eat barbecue today. We'll treat you to it." Faced with their kind offer, Mashauva said stiffly, "I'm not going." Hailey was taken aback. "Why not?" "Have you forgotten that I'm on a diet? I won't eat barbecue. You and Lena can go by yourselves." "Oh, yeah, I've forgotten about that. But it'll be fine. You've been on that weight loss regfor such a long time. One occasional meal won't ruin it." However, Mashauva walked past her as a reply, not caring about Hailey's feelings at all.

"Mashauva, I'm telling the truth. Why don't you believe me? If anything, you can just eat vegetables, no?" Mashauva turned and looked at Hailey. In a tone that left no room for argument, she said, "I said I'm not going." Hailey was floored, no longer speaking.

Then, Lena cover next, leaning against the pole of Mashauva's bed as she asked, "Are you in a bad mood? Why? Is it about the presents you helped us sent?" "No," replied Mashauva.

Although Mashauva did not want to help them deliver their gifts, it wasn't wrong to have a crush on someone, so she wasn't upset about that.

What upset her was how they talked about her behind her back. They obviously despised her but still sucked up to her because they had a crush on Bruno. How fake. Mashauva was not only angry but also disgusted.

She didn't want to interact or make friends with such people.

Lena persisted, "Then what are you mad about? Hailey kindly invited you to a barbecue, didn't she? Why the attitude?" Seeing that Lena was about to lose it, Hailey tugged on her and said, "Alright, it's fine if she doesn't want to go." After that, Hailey hurriedly spoke before Lena lost her temper, "Mashauva, it's fine if you don't go for barbecue. I understand youto watch what you eat when you're on a diet. However, my birthday is coming up. You have to come.

11 Birthday.

Hailey was inviting her to her birthday? Mashauva looked up at her roommate.

Hailey's words also served as a reminder to Lena that they still needed Mashauva. Hence, she swallowed her anger and forced a smile.

"Yeah, you don't have to go if you don't want to. We won't force you anymore; well go get barbeque m ourselves. But you have to cto En her party. We're all roommates here; you do this much, right? Plus, it's her birthday. If you don't go, Hailey will be really sad." Mashauva echoed, "Sad?" "Yeah, she adores you after all. She really wants you at her birthday party."

If Mashauva hadn't overheard their conversation earlier, she just might believe Lena's bullsh* However, now as they tried to butter her up, she found them even more disgusting and hateful. Mashauva did not speak.

"So? Will you go?" Ever since Mashauva becheavy going bena and Hailey were afraid that she would not show up. Hence, they chose their words carefully. X