Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1652



Natalie watched as the two walked away hand in hand. What was even more devastating was that Bruno was the one who took her hand. Feeling grim, she returned to her mother and sneered.

"What did I say? Unless he has a kink, there's no way an outstanding man wouldn't have a girlfriend."

Joanne patted her daughter's shoulder. "I didn't expect that either. It was rumored that the Taylors' daughter was a fatty. I assumed he would fancy a fat girl, but who would've thought she had suddenly become so skinny, and even beautiful at that..."

With that, Joanne sighed, "It's true that girls change when they come of age."

Natalie snorted, "Even if she's fat, and he didn't fancy her, I wouldn't stand a fighting chance either. An outstanding man is extremely rare. I'm sure a bunch of women would've already been eyeing him long ago. I, for one, don't dare to challenge them."

"You have equal chances just like everyone else, silly girl." Joanne glanced at her daughter. "Forget it; you're not even half as good-looking as her. Let's go. I'm sure there are other excellent men."

Bruno took Mashauva away from the event.

No longer the center of attention, Mashauva heaved a sigh of relief, finally able to loosen up. Her face would flush even when Bruno held her hand earlier, but now, she hugged his arm without care. "Bruno, I'm tired."

Hearing that, Bruno knelt in front of her and said in a low voice, "Lift your foot."

Confused, she still did what she was told. Bruno grabbed her ankle and reminded, "Hold onto my shoulder."

"Huh?"

Mashauva placed her hands on his shoulder. Then, she saw Bruno taking off her heels for her.

Even though he did so gently, Mashauva still grimaced in pain.

The heels were new. Even though they had been treated in advance, Mashauva's skin had always been tender, so her heels and soles were still blistered. It wasn't a pleasant sight.

"Don't wear these kinds of shoes anymore unless it is absolutely necessary." "Okay." Mashauva replied obediently, "Well, it is kinda necessary today. I'm fine, Bruno. It isn't as bad as it looks."

With that, she wanted to put the heels back on.

However, Bruno held her ankle, not letting her move, and Mashauva looked at him, confused. "Bruno?"

"Don't wear them anymore. Your feet are already hurting. Are you planning on making it worse?"

"But if I don't wear them..." Mashauva hesitated and then said, "All right then. Give me my heels back. I'll walk barefoot. It's quite clean here; there shouldn't be any glass shards."

Bruno's eyes narrowed as he stared at her, saying intriguingly, "You'd always ask me to carry you on my back before you became an adult. How come you've become shy now that you've grown up?"Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Embarrassed, Mashauva didn't give him an answer.

She had her reason for not doing so.

She was wearing a spaghetti- strapped evening dress. The straps were literally as thin as spaghetti; she had been worried if they'd suddenly snap from the moment she had put it on despite the designer telling her to trust her expertise and assuring her that they wouldn't snap so easily.

However, it was her first time to wear such thin straps. Moreover, it was a full-length drop. She really couldn't help worrying.

"Come on up. I'll carry you to the parking lot."

"N-No, it's fine." Mashauva quickly shook her head and took two steps back, barefooted. "I'll just wait for you here."

Bruno didn't move but kept staring at her.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Nothing," Mashauva said matter-of-factly.

She just felt that her dress was really inconvenient. What was she to do if the straps actually broke?

After staring at each other for a moment, Bruno suddenly took off his suit jacket and draped it over Mashauva's shoulders, covering her fair exposed shoulders. "Wait for me here."

"Okay."

Watching Bruno's figure disappear into the distance, the smile in Mashauva's eyes faded. Although she had tried her best to keep it out of her mind, her fall out with Frida kept replying in her head, haunting her.

She really couldn't figure out where had gone wrong; why Frida would suddenly break up with her. She long had a hunch that Frida didn't want to be her friend anymore but dismissed the idea as she thought she appointing her as a villain without any substance. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

But who would've thought it came true.

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And on the day of her coming-of-age ceremony, at that. What a big gift Frida had gotten her!

Tears pooled in her eyes as she pondered, then she quickly wiped them away and drew a deep breath.

She shouldn't cry at such a trivial matter. Otherwise, Bruno would be worried. Besides, she had already composed herself earlier. Mashauva quickly looked up, blinking her eyes and held back her tears.

It didn't take long for Bruno to drive his car over.

The car stopped in front of Mashauva. Gentlemanly as ever, he got down to open the door for her and escorted her into the car. When she saw the front passenger seat, Mashauva paused.

"What's wrong?"

Mashauva pursed her lips and said, "I just remembered when you gave the seat away to someone else."

After that, she lowered her head and went in.

Hearing her words, Bruno paused. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the girl in amusement. "It was so long ago. You still remember it?"

Mashauva twitched her lips. "I'm not suffering from Alzheimer's, of course, I remember."

After looking at her for some time,

he closed the door and returned to the driver's seat. As he leaned over and fastened her seatbelt, he mumbled, "You should learn to forget some bad memories. Don't keep them all stored up in your

brain. It's not a trash chute." Content

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All he had wanted to tell her was not to dwell on unhappy memories. However, she felt something was off the more she thought about it.

She stared at Bruno.

"Are you saying my brain only stores trash?"

Stumped, he swore he hadn't intended to imply anything of the sort. However, being questioned, he realized it sounded so.

Not waiting for him to answer,

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Mashauva landed a punch on his chest. She had used all her might, but it looked as if she was punching cotton, barely making any impact, even though she had shiny accessories on her wrist. Content belongs to NovelDrama.Org

Bruno subconsciously grabbed hold of her little fist.

"I didn't mean it like that. Don't think too deep into it. I admit I was in the wrong last time, so please don't hold a grudge anymore and cut me some

slack, okay?"