Perfect Mysterious Husband novel Chapter 1680

Mashauva felt particularly bold that night, expressing all her feelings courageously. It wasn't until she shouted it all out that she realized what she had done.

Horrified, she took a few steps back, face ghastly pale.

No!

She shouldn't have said any of that. He had already made it clear before. Wouldn't she only be making a fool of herself now that she repeated it?

Flustered, she turned to run away.

However, Bruno grabbed her wrist, sighing as he said, helpless, "I was asking you a question. Where are you running to?"

"1-1 don't know. Let go of me."

Unabiding to her wishes, he looked around and said, "Let's go somewhere else; we need to talk seriously."

"No." Mashauva stepped back. "Let go of me."

Seeing that she was resistant, he had no choice but to carry her away in his arms. Stumped, she was already in the air before she realized and reflexively wrapped her arms around his neck.

It wasn't until he took a big step forward that she realized what he was doing. Throwing a fit, she shouted, "Put me down!"

Turning a deaf ear, he continued walking until he brought them both to a quiet place.

"There were too many people there. It's better to talk here."

Seeing that her mood was still off, he pursed his lips and asked, "Do you want to continue our conversation standing or in my arms?"

His words got her baffled.

What did he mean? Did he mean that he'd continue carrying her like that if she wouldn't comply?

"Hmm? Pick one."

Bruno then again said in a low voice, "If you still try to run after I put you down, I'll carry you back up, and we'll talk like this."

Could she say no now that he put it like that?

Wouldn't she only be covertly asking him to carry her if she actually said no?

Mashauva knew she had to compromise.

"I want to talk standing."

"No running away?"

No."

It was better to talk standing than to have him bring her back into his arms if she tried to run.

Although she was genuinely reluctant to leave his arms, it was best to set the record straight seriously at a time like that.

"A deal's a deal. If you run, then..."

Bruno didn't finish what he was going to say, but he still put her down. Finally, on the ground, Mashauva fixed her clothes and pouted.

"Go on, say what you want to!"

Bruno looked at her in amusement and asked, "How am I the one to talk?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to talk?"

"Fine, okay, then answer my question first. Have you thought it through?"

Mashauva looked at him discontentedly. "What do you mean?"

Looking at her silently for a long while, Bruno leaned in, placing a hand on the back of her head, and pressed his forehead against hers, their distance suddenly only inches apart.