Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1629



After much deliberation, Mashauva decided to walk away in the end.

As she hid within the bustling crowd, Bruno and Rosalie didn't take notice.

When she was out of the amusement park, she suddenly had the urge to laugh, desolate deep down.

How delusional she was to believe Bruno would like her.

She closed her eyes to take in the emotion. After some time, she opened Bruno's wallet, took out the photo, and put it in her purse. Although it was Bruno's family photo and she had no right to take it, she was in it, so it would be alright for her to take the photo, right?

She wanted to be a part of his family, but not the kind he thought.

After Masahuva took the photo out, she left without looking back.

In the amusement park.

Rosalie had her arms crossed as she looked at Bruno, who wouldn't even look at her at all.

"You're the one who invited me out, no? Yet, you can't even be bothered to talk to me. Bruno Collins, although I like you, it doesn't mean you can insult me like this."

Bruno didn't say anything.

"I thought it was strange when you suddenly asked me out. After all, everyone knows you don't feel the same about me."

"But now..." Rosalie looked away, toward a certain direction, and a smirk appeared. "Now I know."

Not beating around the bush, she claimed, "You like your sister, don't you?"

Frowning, displeased with the way she put it, Bruno corrected her, "She's not really my sister."

"Of course, I know you two are not real siblings but childhood sweethearts. She just saw you as an older brother figure growing up. Do you think I don't know? I like you, so I found out everything about you, including Mashauva. How do you think I found her school last time?"

Bruno fell silent once more.

"You didn't deny it when I asked if you like her but explained she's not really your sister."

Rosalie's words were extremely condemning.

Bruno did not reply; his hands trembled as mixed emotions surged within.

"Since you have such a clear understanding of your concern, why would you still drag me into this?" Rosalie looked at him, disappointment in her eyes. "Before I came out, I thought everything I've done had come to fruition. Alas, it's only a flash in the pan. No, wait, not that. There wasn't even a flash."

"You know what?" Rosalie chuckled and continued, "If it were someone else, I'd suspect if there's something wrong with your eyes. But if it's Mashauva, I'm willing to admit my defeat. After all, not just anybody can replace the bond you share with her growing up."

In fact, many childhood sweethearts would end up with each other unless they didn't fit each other's idea of a partner. Moreover, their feelings for each other would only deepen with time.

Of course, it was based on the fact that they liked each other. If there was no romance from the get-go, the statement wouldn't stand. However, at that moment, Rosalie saw through Bruno's feelings for Mashauva, no longer holding onto her fixation.

After she said all that she had wanted to, she looked at the Ferris wheel, which had long stopped, and thought for a moment before saying, "You're worried what she has for you is reliance and not love, isn't it?"

Her words got Bruno frowning, and for the first time, he studied Rosalie; she had hit the nail on the head.

"Hence, all this; am I right? Honestly, Bruno, for you to use me like this is quite a d*ck move. But seeing that I have a crush on you, I'll forgive you. There's an easier way to find out if what she has for you is reliance. If her love for you is strong enough, she'll continue liking you even if she thinks you have a girlfriend. Give it a year or two; I can guarantee you'll know your answer if she still hasn't gotten herself a boyfriend by then."

"Of course, if she found her happily ever after, you should know what to do too."

Before leaving, Rosalie thought she should remind him, "Friendly reminder, your girl left the amusement park ten minutes ago."

"What?"

Bruno's face turned dark. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Rosalie went closer to him and said, somewhat mischievous, "A little punishment for using me. It's already good enough that I'm telling you now." Bruno was silent for a moment. "Thank you."

With that, he left, almost jogging. The smile on Rosalie's face disappeared as she stood still, watching Bruno's retreating figure.

Gnashing her teeth, she cursed, "Goddammit. What an outstanding man. How will I ever find another man who is on par with him?!"

After Mashauva left the amusement park, she walked forward blindly.

She hadn't a clue how far she had walked for, but when she looked up again, an ice cream parlor was before her eyes, and she entered without even thinking.

"Hello, what can I get you?"

"Vanilla milkshake, please."

"Okay, please wait for a moment."

"Wait." Mashauva stopped the waitress and said with a dull expression, "I'll get ten cups of milkshake."

For a split second, the waitress didn't know what to make of it, "T-Ten? Do you want them to go?"

"No, I'm drinking them here."

After that, Mashauva paid the waitress and said, "Thank you."

Seeing that she handed her the money, she explained, feeling somewhat awkward, "I'm sorry, but... will you be able to finish all of them?" "I should be."

"Alright then."

Mashauva had her head low, staring at the table all the while waiting for her milkshake to arrive.

She had cut out milkshakes and

chocolate from her diet ever since

she started her weight loss plan, wanting to be the best version of herself when she confessed her feelings to Bruno, but now?

It was all just in her head.

No matter what she looked like, it wouldn't change the fact that

didn't have romantic feeling t

for her.

If he did, he wouldn't care what she looked like, would he? Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Just like how she couldn't reciprocate Freddy's feelings for her. No matter how much he adored her, all she saw in him was a brother and nothing

more.

The same went for Bruno; he had long regarded her as a younger sister, a part of his family, so he would never have any romantic feelings for her. Not now, not ever.

Soon, the waitress came to her table with all ten cups of milkshake.

Mashauva came to her senses and grabbed a cup.

One sip and the long-lost taste of milkshake stimulated all her taste buds.

Drip, drip...

Tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. The waitress was still at her table when it happened. Seeing so, she asked, concerned, "Are you okay?"

As soon as the waitress spoke, Mashauva cried even harder, tears falling into the milkshake like beads of a broken string.

Crying, she shook her head as she continued drinking the milkshake.

"I'm fine. It's just that... Oh, this milkshake is absolutely amazing. It's so good that I'm shedding tears."

The waitress was rendered gobsmacked.

The corner of her lips twitched

reflexively as she thought, "She's et

crying because it's good? Is it really thatgood? But even it is, there's no need to cry, is there?"

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I just haven't had a milkshake for a very long time."