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.’ 

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

was rendered

very different from that of women’s . Women think to look slender is to look extremely slim, while men

right as she’s neither fat nor thin, and all her flesh is grown in the right parts of her

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

from inside the

time. 

and looked in the direction

king crab no longer tasted as good as it was a

two bodyguards and saw Daisie. “Ms. Vanderbilt, what a coincidence.”

what a

on Waylon. Among the many men she had met in her life, in addition to Nollace, whose appearance

Nollace. 

was just that his temperament

and reserved. He exuded an aura that

and was familiar with Waylon’s looks. He recalled something, approached Zenovia , and whispered something into her

then smiled politely. “Is this gentleman the eldest young master of the Goldmanns ? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Zenovia, Zenovia

hand to greet him.

knife and fork and reached out. However, what he went for was the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand

she retracted it unnaturally with a slightly stiff expression. “That’s