Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1635



That incident was too humiliating.

Bruno walked to her side and spoke in a deep voice.

"I can keep it a secret, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Puzzled, Mashauva raised her head and happened to meet his deep gaze.

He placed his hand on her head and said softly, "Don't ignore me."

Mashauva's heart skipped a beat hearing that. Blushing as she stared into Bruno's eyes, she looked down after a while and said with a guilty conscience, "When have I ignored you?"

"Haven't you been ignoring me these days?"

"I told you, I'm busy with my studies. It was not on purpose."

Bruno did not reply, and silence filled the air.

After a while, Mashauva mumbled, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back first. I have to get my homework done."

He still didn't speak. Mashauva glanced at him and noticed his gaze was fixed on her, his lips pursed.

"I'll take your silence as an okay then."

With that, she turned to run with her backpack on her back. However, just after a couple of steps, she realized she couldn't move anymore.

She took another step forward but found that she still could not move.

Hence, she looked back and saw that Bruno was grabbing the handle of her backpack.

"Bruno?"

Bruno let out a heavy sigh and said, "I asked you to come out so that we can talk. How can we continue if you keep trying to run away?"

Mashauva bit her lower lip and said nothing.

"What happened to the photo in my wallet?"

Bruno brought up an awkward topic out of the blue.

"W-what photo? I don't know what you're talking about."

She had taken the photo because she was in it. There were two reasons as to why. One was that since Bruno had fallen in love with someone else, she shouldn't appear in front of him anymore, not even in photos.

It was best if she disappeared from his life.

The second reason was that since she was about to disappear from his life, she thought she should take the photo away as a keepsake.

"You don't know?" Bruno pulled on the handle and drew her in bit by bit. Then, he suddenly grabbed her shoulder and turned her over to face him. "My wallet was in your hands that day, and the photo went missing after I took it back, yet you're telling me you don't know?"

"I really don't. I didn't know there was a photo in your wallet. Did you lose it yourself?"

"Impossible." Bruno said firmly, "I'll never lose that photo."

"Regardless, I don't have it." Mashauva was resolute on denying it until the end.

With that, he fell silent, looking at her for a long while before he suddenly chuckled, "Mashauva, what do you want with my photo? Did you hide it away so that you look at me more often?"

"That's absurd!" Mashauva retorted, embarrassed, "Why would I do that? Plus, you're not the only one in that photo..."

Halfway through her words, she realized she had fallen into his trap.

A glimmering smile appeared in Bruno's eyes as he said in a doting tone, "You didn't take it, did you?"

At that instant, she felt that she was bare naked before him, her inner thoughts seen through and through. He was dead sure she had taken the photo, so he hadn't come to question but set her up.

He knew everything, yet he still came to see her make a fool out of herself.

Suddenly, something clicked.

Perhaps Bruno had long discovered her feelings for him.

As the thought crossed her mind, Mashauva's eyes reddened.

Bruno's eyes were filled with a doting smile at first, but it vanished when he noticed she was on the verge of crying.

"Bruno, you know everything now, don't you?"

Bruno pursed his lips and asked in a hoarse voice, "What am I supposed to know?"

"You don't have to ask me what. You just know. But of course, you're brilliant, how can you not know? Yes, I took the photo, but I don't want to give it back to you. Since you have a girlfriend, I will have to stay far away from you. I may not be the only one in the photo, but I'm still in it, so I have the right to take it."

At that, her eyelids drooped, her sight gradually blurry, and her voice choked with sobs.

"So, Bruno, can you pretend that you lost the photo and pretend not to know anything? Please don't ask me for the photo again, and don't come looking for me again, please?"

Whenever she looked at him, she would be reminded of how perfect he and Rosalie looked when they stood next to each other compared to her. It was the first time in her life that she thought she was ugly.

It was a miserable feeling.

When Bruno saw her crying before his eyes, he felt as if someone was strangling him, suffocating him.

He tightened his grip on her

shoulder but loosened the next

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second, worried that his grip would hurt her but also scared that she would run away. His mind was in a chaotic mess, unsure what to make of the situation. An indescribable emotion surged within him, but he quickly overturned it.

In the end, all the emotions turned into hoarse words.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

"Who told you I have a girlfriend?"

What was he saying? His mouth acted on its own. Although he knew it wasn't the right thing to do, he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise. Stunned, Mashauva raised her head and looked into his eyes, tearful.

"You do. That girl from that day is your girlfriend."

"Who told you she's my girlfriend?"

"If she's not your girlfriend, why can she sit in the front passenger seat then?"

It was a question he could not give her an answer to as he had indeed sought Rosalie's help from the

beginning. However, after he sam et

Mashauva leave miserably and started avoiding him, he knew he had made a huge mistake.

"If you can't answer me, that means I'm right. You don't have to lie to me." Mashauva pushed him away. "Anyway, I don't want to see you anymore, and you shouldn't come and find me."

Mashauva could not push Bruno's hand away even with some effort. Upset, she cried, "Bruno, let go of me!"

"No," Bruno said in a hoarse voice. He tightened his grip on her shoulder and dragged them down to her wrists. "If I let you go, you'll try to run away again. It's hard to see you nowadays."

Mashauva said sullenly, "You can go and see your girlfriend!"

"She is not my girlfriend."

"She is!" "She's not."

"Then tell me why can she sit in the front passenger seat?"

Bruno pursed his lips and said helplessly, "I can't tell you why, but she really isn't my girlfriend. If she is, do you think I'd still have the time to send you home that day? She went back on her own that day."

Mashauva was beginning to believe his words, but she still couldn't understand why.