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 looks just right?”

was rendered

is to look extremely slim, while men think that one looks

right as she’s neither fat nor thin, and all her flesh

at her body and then looked at Freyja. She had a great figure, but it was nothing when compared to Freyja’s.

voice came from inside the restaurant at

time. 

looked in the direction

she hated to the bones in the restaurant, the king crab no

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

“Yes, what a

the many men she had met in her life, in addition to Nollace, whose appearance surprised her, the man sitting in front of her looked no

Nollace. 

that his temperament was different from Nollace’s .

looked a little more oriental and reserved. He exuded an aura that felt more mature and experienced, giving

had worked for Mr. Livingston before this 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

out her hand to greet

the handkerchief on the table. He picked it up to wipe his hand and did not seem to plan to

and she retracted it unnaturally with a slightly stiff expression. “That’s very rude for you to treat a