Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

She hadn't had a milkshake for a very long time? How long was it? But even so, she didn't have to cry about it, right? However, seeing that Mashauva's tears wouldn't stop, the waitress didn't have the heart to ask more but went to get her snapkins.

"Here, wipe your tears with it." Mashauva's gaze was all gratitude when she saw the napkins.

"Thank you." However, wiping it only made it worse as her tears wouldn't stop, crying as she drank.

Noticing the oddity, the other customers directed their attention to Mashauva one after another. She would've felt self-conscious if it was any other day, but she was suffering from heartbreak that day, so she didn't care what others thought.

After downing several cups of milkshake, she was filled to the brim and sickening even more so.

She looked up and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, do you mind showingto the washroom?" Washroom? Someone grabbed Mashauva's arm, pulling her up as a deep voice rang.

"I'll take you there." Disoriented, Mashauva followed the man. It took her quite a while to figure out something was amiss.

Why did the voice sound so familiar? Could it be? However, her stomach was churning, and the washroom was right ahead. With a bigger problem in her hands, she ran to the washroom before she could verify her suspicion. Thud! Mashauva vomited into the sink as soon as the washroom door closed.

She didn't know how many cups of milkshake she had but that she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit. With that, the milkshake no longer tastes delicious.

She definitely wouldn't be having another for a very, very long time.

She vomited like crazy that day and was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the washroom.

Crying close-eyed.

Her heart hurt so much; it was the first tshe ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen s. She couldn't understand what was there to be upset about back then.

But now that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful it was.

She buried her head in her knees, so worn out that she felt drowsy.

After a long silence, the washroom door opened, and a series of steady footsteps proceeded, stopping in front of her.

Bruno's heart wrenched as he looked at the girl in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he might scare her.

It wasn't until after a long tthat Bruno finally spoke.

"Mashauva, let's go home." His tone, as light as a feather.

However, there was no response.

"Mashauva?" Mashauva remained silent.

After shesitation, he carried her up, and with that, she fell into his embrace, eyes closed.

Only then did Bruno realize she was fast asleep.

Her eyes and nose were red, and there were wet tear stains on her face; his heart wrenched at that sight.

But what was even more heart-wrenching was that she fell asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for this to happen? Looking at her, Bruno sighed, frustrated. She sure was one to make others worry.

He picked Mashauva up into his arms with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress cup to him and asked, "I'm sorry, but you are?" Bruno said softly, "I'm her brother." The waitress wanted to say more, but her colleague held her back.

"We're an ice cream parlor, not a bar. All she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's sober enough not to be taken away by strangers. Don't worry about it." What her colleague said made sense, so she gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her in the back seat of the car.

The waitresses in the parlor couldn't help marveling at the sight.

"Not only is he handsome, but he's so gentle toward his sister. Oh, how I wish I could be his sister." "You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be his wife instead?" "C'mon, it's already a dream to be his sister. I don't even have the chance to be his sister in this life, let alone be his wife." "Sigh, you're right. We can only look at them with envy from afar." At the Taylor villa.

Cassie was on cloud nine that day as her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif he were to marry Masahuva.

Hence, she was pleased when she heard Mashauva had feelings for him.

However, to her surprise, Mashauva returned hin Bruno's arms sooner than she had expected.

Unable to make head or tail of the situation, she approached him.

"Shh." Bruno gestured a silence. Cassie could only swallow her words back down as she glanced at Mashauva before turning to lead the way.

With that, Bruno placed Mashauva down in her bed and tucked her in. Her eyes remained closed, still fast asleep.

Looking at her daughter, Cassie whispered to Bruno, "What happened?" However, Bruno left the room, and Cassie could only follow behind him.

They finally talked normally after they left Mashauva's room.

"What happened? Didn't you guys go to the amusement park? Why are you guys back so early, and why is she asleep? Well, she drank milkshake to the point that she got sickened, then vomited." Bruno briefly described what he saw.

Cassie was taken aback. "She drank milkshake? And even vomited? How come? She had been strict about her diet ever since she started losing weight. It's been a long tsince she last had a milkshake. Why did she suddenly want to drink it? And so much at that. How worrying." No matter what Cassie said, Bruno remained silent the entire time. Initially Cassie was still worried, but suddenly she thought of something. Her expression changed slightly as she glanced at Bruno.

"She should get srest. I'll be going." Cassie nodded, not saying anymore.

After Bruno left, Cassie returned to Mashauva's room.

"He's gone. C'mon, wake up. Don't pretend anymore." Tears suddenly poured out as her eyes remained closed, lying motionless in bed.

t Cassie wasn't paying attention; feeling somewhat frustrated seeing that she remained unmoving, she voiced out, For how long more are you going to play dead? What on earth happened?" However, what replied was a quiet sob. With that, her gaze fell on Mashauva's face, but before she could react, her daughter had sat up and thrown herself at her.

"Mom!" Mashauva cried as she lunged at her mother. Being hugged by her crying daughter so suddenly, Cassie was utterly at a loss. "What happened? Why are you crying?"