Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1671

Mashauva's words got Madeline a little upset. She couldn't believe that boy actually said he didn't like her. Did he think he could win her heart like that?

Oh, go to hell!

"Mashauva, you've known Freddy for a long time. What do you think of him?"

Mashauva and Freddy have always been close, so she was not out of the question to view him in good light. If not, she wouldn't deliberately come to visit his mother and help him out.

Thinking of that, Mashauva spoke softly, "I think he's nice."

"In what way?"

"In every way."

"In that case, do you want to get to know him better? Maybe say, he actually lied to you about not liking you?"

"Lie to me?" Puzzled, she shook her head and said, "No, he wouldn't. He's really nice to me; he'd never lie to me."

"Then tell me, why would Freddy suddenly tell you he doesn't like you?"

There was no way she'd believe he said that to her on his own accord. Knowing him, he'd rather keep it bottled up than deny it straight. Something must've happened for him to say so.

Mashauva got rather awkward at the question.

She was the one who brought it up as her friends at the basketball court speculated he had feelings for her, but she thought otherwise. But later, when she thought back to how well he treated her, she thought maybe they were right, so she asked.

"Hmm?" Seeing that she did not speak, Madeline urged.

Only then did she speak up awkwardly, "I-1 asked him."

"What?" Madeline was taken aback. "You asked?"

"Mm." Mashauva's head hung low and even drooped her eyelids.

"Why would you ask him that? Do you..."

"No." Mashauva shook her head, denying, "He's just a good friend to me. That's all."

"Then why did you..."

Although it was an awkward topic, she knew clearly Madam Madeline wanted to match her up with her son, but she couldn't reciprocate the feeling; it was best to set the record straight sooner.

With that thought, Mashauva said, "It's because I was worried he likes me."

Madeline's heart sank, hearing that.

She asked because she was worried he liked her?

"I'm sorry, Madam Madeline. I know what I said is harsh, but our relationship is really platonic. Besides, I'm still too young; I don't want to think about all this."

Emotional, Madeline asked bluntly, "Is it really because you're too young or that you have someone you like?"

Mashauva was at a loss for words at that.

It wasn't until she saw Mashauva's face had paled that she realized she had gone a little too far. She was still young, no matter how, and love could not be forced.

Trying to salvage the situation, she said, "Mashauva, I don't mean anything else. I just want to know why can't you accept Freddy's feelings? After all, he's quite decent, no? Also, you're still young, maybe you're still not clear about your feelings. Perhaps...."

Those words again; why would everyone think she didn't have a good understanding of her feelings just because she was young?

Upset, Mashatva wrinkled her nose

and said, disagreeing, "Madam

e

Madeline, I'm a legal adult now; I know what my heart wants. Maybe you think I'm still a child to you but I don't think my thoughts and feelings are limited to age."

Her words were euphemistic, but her expression was one of determination. Madeline could tell she was growing upset. Otherwise, she wouldn't get so worked up.

Madeline had always liked

Mashauva, so she wouldn't get on

her wrong side, taking back her words quickly, "That's not what I meant. know you've already matured, and I have no intention of

criticizing you. I just want you to consider Freddy as you know that I've taken a liking toward you."

"But..." Mashauva grimaced. "I don't want you to rope me into this just because you like me. Besides, I'm close with Freddy. If you do this, it'll damage our friendship.

"Silly girl, you don't know he..."

Madeline decided to drop the subject. She figured if she continued, Mashauva would get really angry seeing how worked up she got.

An epiphany struck her as she realized why her son would deny his feelings for her. She really wasn't one to be messed with. If he admitted it, they probably couldn't even stay friends.

With that thought in mind, she

quickly changed her words, saying, "Don't be angry, Mashauva. I shouldn't have said all this, Don't be mad at me, okay? I really adore you, that's why. If you think it's a sore subject, I won't bring it up again."

She shouldn't have rushed it; she took a step back, worried that she might actually scare the girl off.

Hearing Madeline's apology and promise, Mashauva finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

Mashauva had even decided if Madeline didn't drop the matter, she wouldn't come anymore. Luckily she promised not to bring it up again. That way, things wouldn't be too awkward between them.

However...

Mashauva recalled how Madeline said Freddy liked her. It wasn't the first time someone had told her so, the boys had too, and she took their words. Hence she asked.

It wasn't until Freddy denied it that she truly felt at ease.

But now?

If even Madeline was saying so, did it mean that he really liked her? But if he did, why would he deny it then?

Alas, she found the issue more troublesome the more she pondered on it. Frida's matter was already enough trouble in the first place.

Mashauva decided to abandon these chaotic thoughts.

"Would you like some water, Madam Madeline? Let me pour you a cup."

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It was near noon when Freddy and Bruno finally returned.

They came in with lunch boxes in their hands.

"Mom, I'm back."

"Madam Madeline." Bruno greeted Freddy's mother indifferently.

Looking at the two boys walking side by side, Madeline couldn't help sighing in her heart. It wasn't surprising for Mashauva to fall in love with Bruno.

After all, next to Bruno, Freddy was not as goodlooking or tall as him, let alone his intelligence.

Alas, her son had nothing on the Yardley boy.

Madeline sighed internally and gave Bruno a onceover. The Yardley children sure had great genes; they were not only good-looking but also outstanding.