Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1630

She hadn't had a milkshake for a very long time?

How long was it? But even so, she didn't have to cry about it, right?

However, seeing that Mashauva's tears wouldn't stop, the waitress didn't have the heart to ask more but went to get her some napkins.

"Here, wipe your tears with it."

Mashauva's gaze was all gratitude when she saw the napkins.

"Thank you."

However, wiping it only made it worse as her tears wouldn't stop, crying as she drank.

Noticing the oddity, the other customers directed their attention to Mashauva one after another. She would've felt self- conscious if it was any other day, but she was suffering from heartbreak that day, so she didn't care what others thought.

After downing several cups of milkshake, she was filled to the brim and sickening even more so.

She looked up and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, do you mind showing me to the washroom?"

Washroom?

Someone grabbed Mashauva's arm, pulling her up as a deep voice rang.

"I'll take you there."

Disoriented, Mashauva followed the man. It took her quite a while to figure out something was amiss.

Why did the voice sound so familiar? Could it be?

However, her stomach was churning, and the washroom was right ahead. With a bigger problem in her hands, she ran to the washroom before she could verify her suspicion.

Thud!

Mashauva vomited into the sink as soon as the washroom door closed.

She didn't know how many cups of milkshake she had but that she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit. With that, the milkshake no longer tastes delicious.

She definitely wouldn't be having another for a very, very long time.

She vomited like crazy that day and was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against the wall, not wanting to leave the washroom.

Crying close-eyed.

Her heart hurt so much; it was the first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen dramas. She couldn't understand what was there to be upset about back then.

But now that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful it was.

She buried her head in her knees, so worn out that she felt drowsy.

After a long silence, the washroom door opened, and a series of steady footsteps proceeded, stopping in front of her.

Bruno's heart wrenched as he looked at the girl in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he might scare her.

It wasn't until after a long time that Bruno finally spoke.

"Mashauva, let's go home." His tone, as light as a feather.

However, there was no response.

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

After some hesitation, he carried her up, and with that, she fell into his embrace, eyes closed.

Only then did Bruno realize she was fast asleep.

Her eyes and nose were red, and there were wet tear stains on her face; his heart wrenched at that sight.