Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1682



"How do you know that he doesn't? For all we know, he already long has one."

"Impossible." Mashauva shook her head with certainty.

Lena and Hailey walked to her, and one of them wrapped her arms around her.

"How can you be so sure? Did he tell you that? You shouldn't believe a guy's words so simply. Even if he told you himself, it might not be true."

"Yes, yes, we're telling you from experience."

Mashauva pouted. "Whatever. I just know anyhow. Also, Bruno's not that kind of guy; I believe him."

After that, Mashauva went straight into the bathroom and closed the door, blocking out their voices.

She stared at her reflection in the mirror dazedly for a long while before she poked her cheek. Why? She thought she was a disappointment; he had shunned her for so long, yet she had forgiven him entirely after hearing his words.

Moreover, his words were still ringing in her ears.

He said it wasn't that he didn't want to, but afraid that he would scare her away. To tell the truth,

Mashauva thought they were music to her ears when he said so.

When she was walking back, she almost couldn't stop herself from turning around and throw herself at him.

Nah, she should leave it aside for now.

Mashauva rubbed the back of her head, deciding to put all the complicated thoughts behind her and shower and rest.

The next day.

Mashauva bumped into Roger again outside the school. Because of last night's incident, she felt awkward meeting Roger, turning around, wanting to run away.

"Mashauva."

However, Roger called out to her from behind. It would've been fine if he didn't, but he did. Thus Mashauva had no choice but to turn around and greet him.

"Hey, Roger."

"Why did you run away as soon as you saw me? When have I become so terrifying?"

Roger walked to her, looking at her helplessly.

"I'm sorry, I just..."

"Alright, you don't have to explain." He took the words out of her mouth, saying, "That guy who came later yesterday is the person you like, isn't he?" Mashauva's ears turned red at that, wanting to refute subliminally.

"No need to deny. I can tell." Roger put on a faint smile. "And you two are very close, aren't you?"

Mashauva didn't reply.

"If you like him, then go after him. I have no other intentions, just that we can still be friends."

"Sure." Mashauva nodded.

"Don't be shy around me. If you need anything, just ask."

Mashauva finally heaved a sigh of relief after he left. She had initially thought he would guilt-trip her, but to her surprise, he didn't say any of the sorts. Because of what Bruno had said the night before, Mashauva couldn't concentrate in class at all, absolutely frustrated.

When classes finally ended, Lena and Hailey then dragged her out of school to have fun.

However, as soon as the girls stepped out of the gates, they saw Bruno standing there.

He stood out among the crowd and could be spotted immediately.

As Mashauva had something on her mind, her head was down the whole time. It wasn't until Lena and Hailey halted their steps that she came back to her senses.

"What's wrong? Aren't we going out?"

Hailey and Lena gave her a complicated look. "Go out? Are you kidding me? He's right there."

He?

Only then did she follow in the direction of their gaze and saw a tall figure standing there.

Bruno?

Why had he come again?

"Looks like we can wave our plan goodbye. Go on."

With that, Hailey gave Mashauva a

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push, but Lena pulled her back as soon as she took a couple of steps. "Wait, remember to put in some effort Didn't you say he doesn't have a girlfriend? If you haven't given up on him, be brave and make him yours."

Make him hers?

Mashauva blinked.

"Go on. If you can really make him yours, then you can consider your life perfect."

Bruno was already waving at her when Mashauva still stood rooted to the spot dazedly.

Lena and Hailey had already left hand in hand. Mashauva could only resignedly walking toward Bruno.

She pursed her lips and finally said, "Didn't you say you'd wait for my reply after I've thought things through?"

"Yeah." Bruno nodded. Seeing how hesitant she was, he asked, "Is everything alright?"

"Since you said you'd wait, then what are you doing here today?"

He wasn't here to ask for her answer, was he? Her mind was still all over the place. Although she was clear on her answer, she didn't want to tell him so soon; she couldn't make it so easy for him.

Hearing these words, Bruno took a step forward as his aura enveloped her.

"I don't see what this has to do with me coming over today."

Mashauva was so frightened that she took a step back and almost fell. Luckily, Bruno reached out in time to pull her back.

"Didn't you sleep well last night? You can't even stand still."

Mashauva gritted her teeth. "You're the one with restless sleep; I slept well."

Bruno glanced at the dark circles beneath her eyes and chuckled. "Okay, I'm the one who's sleep-deprived while you had a good night's sleep. C'mon, let's get dinner."

"Who wants to have dinner with you?" Mashauva murmured.

"Then are you planning on having dinner with that guy from last night?"

"No!"

"Then follow me."

With that, not letting her refuse, he grabbed her hand and walked forward. Mashauva had no choice but to follow him, but his steps were wide; she had to trot a little in order to catch up.

After a while, Bruno suddenly slowed down, and she finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Bruno would show up on time at the school gates every day in the following few days to bring Mashauva out for dinner, but he never once asked if she had made up her mind.

He was so every day, looking calm and laid back, making it look like Mashauva was the only one anxious.

She had thought for a few times

Bruno would ask her the million- dollar question, but he never brought it up even when he walked her back to the school gates; it got her exceptionally on edge. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

However, seeing that he was silent about it, she could only walk back to her dormitory.

A week had passed in a blink of an eye.

"It's already been a week, and you're still considering?"

Bruno finally asked the question the moment they met.

Mashauva pursed her lips. "Aren't we going out to eat? Let's eat first."

Their daily dinner dates were turning into a routine, and she thought her attitude was evident. If it weren't a yes, she wouldn't be going out with him

every day.

With Roger, she was worried about meeting him and even forced to have a meal with him; that feeling was just too uncomfortable.

Just as she took two steps, Bruno grabbed her wrist.

"Let's clear things up before we have dinner."