Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1601

Mashauva painted herself as the menacing one, but when she turned around, Bruno was merely quietly looking at her, devoid of the slightest bit of blame in his eyes.

Taken aback, she was surprised Bruno did not scold her even though her words had obviously been outrageous. Even she thought she was unreasonable.

"Bruno?"

Mashauva bit her lower lip lightly; her voice toned down as she said, "I've gone too far with my words, haven't I?"

Bruno chuckled and led Mashauva to sit down on the snow. "Of course not."

"No?"

She seemed to have unconsciously rattled on a lot of bad things about Qiana.

"No."

Mashauva thought for a moment before tilting her head to look at Bruno's side profile. "Bruno, what if someone had said those words about me?"

In a split second, Mashauva thought the aura around Bruno had gotten much colder as he spoke, "Who?" "No one." She waved her hand and explained lightly, "You said you didn't think I've gone too far with my words, so I got curious. If someone else was me, and I'm Qiana, had they not gone too far too if they said all that?"

"It's a different story." Bruno lowered his head to look at her. "You mean differently to me. You can complain about others to me in private, but if someone dares bad-mouth you in your face, it's unacceptable."

For some reason, Mashauva thought there was more to his words than met the eye.

But how was that possible?

Bruno was not privy to what had happened. Freddy had already taken care of the matter, so he wouldn't have told Bruno, by right.

As the thought crossed her mind, Mashauva breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to liven up the mood and said, "You're so protective of me; there's no way anyone will dare bad-mouth me."

Then, she took her phone out and wanted to ask if they should take a photo together.

However, just when she was about to open her mouth, she remembered her big round face in the photo from the day before. Therefore she swallowed her words and took pictures of the scenery instead.

After some time, Bruno suggested, "Let me take a few pictures of you. You can get them developed when we go back."

"What? No, no!"

Mashauva refused reflexively. When she saw Bruno taking out his phone to snap a photo of her, she covered her face with her hands in fear, unwilling to be the subject of the photo.

Just like that, her overreaction successfully dimmed the last bit of brightness within him. He pursed his lips, on the brink of losing his temper. However, a thought flashed across his mind, and he held himself back.

Mashauva had tried with all her might to conceal the matter from him, so wherefore should he expose her?

With that thought, Bruno sighed heavily in his heart. His eyes and expression returned to normal as he said faintly, "Okay, I won't take photos of you. Come and sit down. We'll build a snowman, then take a photo of it."

Mashauva agreed when she heard that he would not take photos of her but the snowman instead.

At first, she was somewhat gloomy, but as they built the snowman, gone were the uneasiness and displeasure in Mashauva's heart, leaving only satisfaction and joy when she looked at the snowman. At the same time, her hands were frozen red.

After she took a photo of the snowman, she handed her phone to Bruno and asked sheepishly, "Bruno, can you, like, take a picture of me and the snowman?" It was her first-ever snowman, so she thought she should commemorate it.

When she'd built the snowman, she deliberately gave it a huge head, so her face wouldn't look so big next to it in the photo.

"Sure."

After Bruno took the photo, she took back her phone and saw that compared to the snowman, her face did not seem that big anymore.

Pleased, she carefully saved the photos.