The Three Little Guardian Angels

Chapter 1783 

Freyja took a sip of chicken and mushroom soup, choked a little because of Daisie’s statement, and scoffed. “It’s fine. I don’t usually eat this much either.” 

“You’re too slim. You should eat more.” 

“I weigh 110 pounds, and you, as someone who weighs a little over 90 pounds, actually have the nerves to call me slim?” 

Daisie was rendered speechless. 

‘Freyja’s 5’7″, and 110 pounds is already the most standard weight for her. 

‘And I’m 5’3″, but because I pay more attention to the maintenance of my shape, I’ve never allowed myself to weigh more than 100 pounds.’ 

Waylon lifted his gaze and took a glance at Daisie. “Yeah, it’s 

true that you’ve lost weight.” 

He moved the sliced loin steak from his plate onto hers. “You’ll only look healthier if you weigh slightly over 100 pounds.” 

Daisie put on an upset expression. “That’s considered fat, okay!?” 

“How can I compare myself with Freyja? Freyja is tall, so weighing a little over 100 pounds is considered normal. But I’m so short, and I’d look plump if I were to weigh more than 100 pounds.’ 

unchanged. “Freyja doesn’t look fat at all. In fact,

was rendered

Women think to look slender is to look extremely slim, while men think that one looks slender when one is a little

weight are relatively standard. She looks just right as she’s neither fat nor

at Freyja. She had a great figure, but it was nothing when compared to

a voice came from inside the restaurant

time. 

the direction of the voice-it

someone she hated to the bones in the restaurant, the king crab no longer tasted as good as

bodyguards and saw Daisie.

what a coincidence.”

life, in addition to Nollace,

Nollace. 

temperament was

little more oriental and reserved. He exuded an aura that felt more mature and

with Waylon’s looks. He recalled something, approached Zenovia , and

then smiled politely. “Is this gentleman the eldest young master of the Goldmanns ? It’s nice to

out her hand to greet

reached out. However, what he went for was the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand and did not seem to plan to shake

a slightly stiff expression. “That’s very