Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1639

"By the way, will you be going to the library after school today?"

"No." Frida shook her head. "I have to work; I found a job nearby."

Frida's words shocked Mashauva, and she asked, "You're working? Frida, why did you suddenly get a job? Didn't you say you wanted to focus on your studies? It'll affect your grades if you work, won't it?" "It's fine. I'll just replace other time to study."

In full sincerity and seriousness, Masahuva asked, "Are you short of money? We're best friends. Just stick by me; I can give you some of my allowances."

Frida gave a wan smile. "No need, my job isn't hard. I'll do just fine."

"But..."

"Mashauva!"

Frida raised her voice several notches. "I told you, no! It's your pocket money, not mine. How can I spend your money?"

"But, I don't mind."

I do!"

The smile on Frida's face disappeared. "Your family is rich; of course, you don't care about the money. But I'm not you. I grew up poor. Your monthly allowance is equivalent to my one-year living expenses. You want me to spend it with you? It may look like you're being nice to me on the surface, but what's it to me? I'm not a beggar. Don't treat me like one."

Frida's outburst got Mashauva dumbfounded for quite a while before she said, "Frida, I don't mean it that way. I just thought..."

"Alright, that's enough. I'm leaving."

Without waiting for Mashauva to reply, Frida turned around and left.

Mashauva stood in place and subconsciously clutched the hem of her shirt, not knowing what to say.

When their classes ended, Frida was indeed the first to leave the classroom. Mashauva traipsed along behind her and watched as she left the school. She was about to follow her to see where she was working.

However, when Mashauva reached the gates, she saw a familiar figure.

"Freddy?"

Freddy was not looking good. His dark circles were heavy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked thinner too.

He was still full of life when she met him two days before.

What had happened?

"Are your classes over?"

Seeing Mashauva walk up to him, Freddy wanted to ruffle her hair. However, just as he reached out, something struck him, and he withdrew his hand and stretched out the other to her; in it, a bottle of yogurt. "This is for you."

Mashauva sized him up and down and noticed he only had that bottle of yogurt on him, nothing else.

"What are you looking at? I only brought you a bottle of yogurt. Aren't you on a diet? Don't tell me you want more."

Freddy's voice sounded a little hoarse like he had not slept all night. However, his tone was still doting, and his gaze on her was very gentle. But for some reason, Mashauva thought he looked woebegone. "Freddy, what happened to you?"

Freddy nearly broke down at her worried gaze and concern.

He wanted to tell her she should stop caring about him. Whichever way she saw him as; a friend or an older brother, she should refuse him mercilessly.

Freddy could not stop himself from coming to see her, but he did so in the hopes that she would not care about him. That way, he could give up on her forever.

Maybe that was how it felt to like someone. He knew nothing would come out of it, but as long as she treated him a little nicer, a flicker of hope would reignite within him, believing that... there was still hope for him.

Even if there wasn't, he still wanted to watch over her quietly.

"Freddy?"

Mashauva pursed her lips and murmured, "You don't look so good. Are you sick? Do you want me to accompany you to the hospital?"

Freddy's first reaction was to refuse, but he changed his mind right as the words were on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. Let's go to the hospital."

"Okay."

With that, the two prepared to head to the hospital. When they turned around, they saw Bruno standing not far away.

"Bruno?"

Mashauva's fair cheeks turned rosy when she saw Bruno. She quickly ran up to him.

Bruno narrowed his eyes. His gaze met Freddy's for a while before landing on Mashauva. "You're done with classes? Where are you going?"

"Freddy seems to be sick. I'm going to accompany him to the hospital."

"You're sick?" Bruno looked at Freddy before saying, "I'll go you guys."

"Sure, okay."

With that, Mashauva wanted to tug on Freddy's arm when he took a few steps forward, suddenly saying, "You know what, forget about it. The doctors are already off duty by now. Maybe tomorrow."

Mashauva frowned when she heard

that. "But I'm sure there are on-call

doctors, Freddy. You should get yourself checked if you're not feeling Won't drag it on until tomorrow. What if it's serious?"

He looked truly unwell, and they hung out all the time, so Mashauva was genuinely concerned about him.

"Don't worry about it." Freddy smiled nonchalantly. "My body is tougher than it looks. I'll be fine after some medicine and sleep."

In actuality, his current condition

was due to drinking, and his

bloodshot eyes were the result of his vigil. Initially, Freddy had wanted to spend some time with Mashauva, but now that Bruno had arrived, he suddenly lost all interest.

After all, he did not want to see the two of them together.

Accepting it was one thing, but whether or not he could endure it was another.

"But..." Mashauva wanted to say more, but Bruno pulled her by her wrist to his side. "Let him be. He's not that fragile. He'll be alright after a nap."

To that, she only mumbled okay and no longer spoke.

Seeing so, the look in Freddy's eyes became darker.

As expected, she would forever listen to Bruno.

Freddy mocked himself internally. Then, he put the yogurt in Mashauva's hand and walked away.

After he was far away, Mashauva raised her head and looked at Bruno.

"Bruno, is Freddy upset?"

He had agreed to go to the hospital before but suddenly said otherwise as soon as Bruno came. She did not know if it was her imagination, but she had a nagging feeling that there was a strong tension between them.

"Bruno, have you fallen out with Freddy?"

Helpless, Bruno replied, "No. He's just in a bad mood. Ignore him."

There were some things one had to go through. Indecisiveness would only lead to chaos.

Things might be a little depressing right then, but the wounds would heal with time, and it wouldn't be as bad.

"I'll take you to dinner. Let's go."

Bruno took Mashauva's hand and led her in the opposite direction, away from Freddy.

Mashauva looked at their joined hands, joy quietly appearing in her eyes.