Perfect Mysterious Husband novel 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."