Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1663

Mashauva waited, but Bruno neither spoke nor did anything. With that, she began to think if her request had crossed the line.

Hence, the hand that was grabbing onto his sleeve slowly slid down, lifeless, her gaze downcast, droplets of tears still on her lashes.

Forget it. She had asked too much, sure enough, she thought.

She should wait a while longer.

However, as soon as her hand hung low, Bruno grabbed it; the large palm was exceptionally warm, wrapping her small hand entirely.

Stumped, she instantly looked up.

His face was closing in on her, so close that all she saw was his chin in the end.

With that, she felt a soft, warm touch on her forehead.

Her little mind exploded, leaving her blank, unable to react as she stood rooted to the ground, flabbergasted.

He did not linger, leaving her forehead as soon as he touched it, as light as a feather, with a hint of inexperience.

He then squeezed Mashauva's hand and said hoarsely, "Happy now?"

Mashauva still didn't respond, frozen in place, stunned.

After waiting for some time, seeing that she still stared at him wide-eyed, he tapped her nose and ridiculed, "Dumbfounded? Didn't you ask me to kiss you?"

His intimate action pulled her slowly back to reality. Pursing her lips subconsciously, it took her a long while to calm herself down and find her voice back.

She did ask him to kiss her, but he kept silent for a long time. Who would've thought he'd suddenly...

In short, her heart was racing right then.

After she was well aware of what had happened, blood rushed to her cheeks, ears, and eventually her neck. With that, she shook off his hand and ran away abashedly.

Stunned, he lowered his head to look at the hand she shook off, then touched his lips, her warmth and scent still lingering.

Moments later, he chuckled under his breath, unable to help himself.

If he knew a kiss on the forehead was all it took, he wouldn't have hesitated.

Then, a thought struck him, and he walked to her bedroom, knocking on the door.

"You haven't finished your breakfast," he said.

Hearing no response, he called out, "Mashauva?"

"I'm full!" Mashauva replied in a muffled voice.

Bruno figured she must be hiding under the blankets from embarrassment. Thinking that she had quite a lot for breakfast already, he decided not to urge her but said, "Pack up; we're going back in a bit."

She hadn't gone back all night, so he had to send her home soon and explain to her family.

He didn't have much of an appetite anymore, but he had bought quite a lot, and it would be a waste if he threw them away. So he sat back down and finished what was left, then threw the takeaway boxes and whatnot into the trash can.

Half an hour had passed, yet Mashauva was still not out, so he went knocking on her door once more.

"Mashauva, are you done packing?"

"Yes, hang on."

She came out moments after she replied and walked straight to the bathroom, turning the tap on to splash some cold water onto her face.

She did not know why a peck on her forehead would make her blush for such a long time.