Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1628



It was that girl from before.

She had claimed to be Bruno's friend and had invited her to her birthday party.

However, Bruno took her away from the birthday party as soon as he had arrived. The atmosphere did not seem very good at that time.

Why was she joining them this time?

When the car stopped, Mashauva couldn't help whispering her doubt.

"Is she who you're picking up?"

"Yeah."

Receiving his affirmation, the excitement she had with her when they left her house was instantly put out.

For some reason, Mashauva suddenly felt embarrassed, and her ears were buzzing.

"Hi!"

Rosalie had spotted Bruno's car from miles away. After she opened the passenger seat door, she saw Mashauva in the back seat. "Oh, your sister's here too."

As Mashauva's head was still buzzing, she couldn't react in time, let alone greet Rosalie.

It was not until Rosalie sat in the front passenger seat that she realized that her hands were shaking.

So... this girl was the reason she had to sit in the back seat?

Rosalie was dressed fashionably, wearing a sexy camisole, miniskirt, and high heels; her long hair curled into charming waves. She was the epitome of femininity.

Mashauva thought she was all dolled up when she looked into the mirror, but after seeing Rosalie's slender waist and skinny limbs, she realized how horrible she looked.

Mashauva thought she looked beautiful, but in fact, she looked absolutely childish.

There was no competition. She was nothing next to the feminine Rosalie.

Most importantly, the front passenger seat to his car had been exclusively hers. No other woman had ever sat in it.

But now...

Head, buzzing; limbs, numbing; body, unresponsive; vision, flickering; Masahuva felt as if her soul had left her body. "Mashauva, which ride would you like to take later? I happen to have time today. Let's have fun together, okay?" "Mashauva?"

Mashauva finally found her voice after a long time. She nodded and said with difficulty, "Okay."

There was a hint of duskiness in Rosalie's eyes as she looked at Mashauva's bloodless face through the rearview mirror.

But she put on a smile again almost immediately.

"Okay, let's go then."

Bruno, on the other hand, wasn't oblivious to Mashauva's behavior either. Well aware of her transformation, he was all the more shocked and distressed.

The back of Mashauva's dress was already soaking wet when they reached the amusement park as she broke out into a cold sweat, holding herself back the entire journey. She was feeling extremely uncomfortable, on the verge of collapsing.

However, Rosalie acted as if she hadn't noticed anything, opening the door for Mashauva and even taking her hand.

Shocked, Rosalie found that Mashauva's hands were as if they had been buried in the snow despite the hot summer day. In a low voice, she asked, "Would you like me to get you some hot

chocolate?"

Hearing her suggestion, Mashauva couldn't help looking at Rosalie, on the verge of breaking down.

She noticed her oddity, hadn't she? She must've looked absolutely humiliating at that moment.

With that thought in mind, Mashauva shook her head and said, "It's fine. A chocolate frappe is more suitable on a hot summer day."

"But it'll do you more harm than good to drink something so cold in this weather. Wait here. I'll go and buy it for you."

With that, Rosalie left to buy Masahuva some hot chocolate.

Mashauva stood where she was, silent, looking down.

Bruno's heart wrenched as he looked at her drooping head, somewhat suffocating.

Clearing his throat, he asked Mashauva in a hoarse voice, "Are you feeling too warm? Maybe we can call it off?"

"No." Mashauva looked up and shook her head with a smile. "I want to play. I've been looking forward to today for a long time."

"Really?"

"Yes, I love the amusement park."

Bruno realized she had difficulty speaking; even her voice was a little shaky. However, she still forced a smile on her face.

"Bruno, thank you for taking me to the amusement park."

He, however, merely looked at her in silence.

"Shall I go and buy the tickets first? I can't wait anymore. Why don't you wait for Rosalie here?"

"Alright," he said as he nodded.

He had a feeling she would burst into tears at any second if he didn't agree to her suggestion.

Bruno didn't know how to feel about the situation as he hadn't expected her to actually feel that way for him. He could only blame himself for not realizing sooner.

With Bruno's consent, she immediately turned and left.

"Mashauva."

Bruno's voice rang behind her.

Mashauva came to a halt with widened eyes as she turned to look at Bruno.

"Yes, Bruno?"

Bruno stuffed his wallet into her hands. "You didn't bring money, did you? Take it."

"Oh, okay."

Mashauva nodded mechanically. "I'll... I'll go get the tickets then." "Go on."

Smiling, she went to the ticket booth with his wallet in her hand, walking stiffly upright and tears pooling in her eyes.

It wasn't an excuse when she said she was going to buy the tickets. She had planned on riding the carousel at first, but now, she wanted to take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

Hence, she got a ticket for it.

Paying for the ticket, she opened Bruno's wallet to find a photo in it.

It was a family photo taken at Bruno's house. But because Mashauva had often hung out with them, she was invited to take part on that day.

Therefore, apart from the Yardleys, Mashauva was in it too.

Mashauva and Jelly Bean stood on each side of Bruno, his younger sister on his left, while his childhood sweetheart on the other. Perhaps like Jelly Bean, Bruno only saw her as his sister, didn't he?

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Why wouldn't he? She was as fat as a pig. What boy would like her?

The only reason Bruno didn't hate her was that he had regarded her as a sister.

It was all in her head.

"Are you alright?"

Drip, drip...

Tears fell onto the wallet. Worried that it would leave traces, she wiped them off in a panic before paying.

"I'm fine."

Then, she left the booth with the ticket in hand.

After getting on the Ferris wheel, Mashauva looked at the picture, and her vision began to blur.

How could she have naively thought she'd be able to confess her love for him after she had successfully lost weight when he had, in fact, already gotten himself a girlfriend now.

But even if he didn't get a girlfriend, she would never be his type.

With that thought in mind, she put away his wallet, couldn't help crying when the Ferris wheel rose to its highest. Her eyes were bloodshot as she constantly wiped her tears away.

Her makeup had been entirely ruined in the process, unbeknownst to her.

When she came down from the Ferris wheel, she noticed Bruno and Rosalie had been waiting at the side.

She could see from afar that they looked like a perfect couple, standing side by side.

Rosalie was gorgeous; exquisite

facial features aside, she had the

body of a model. She and Bruno were the epitome of a handsome couple, something only someone short and fat like her could dream of.

They still hadn't seen her. Rosalie was talking to Bruno, smiling the entire time.

All of a sudden, Mashauva thought she should walk away quietly instead of going to them.