Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Mashauva paused when a familiar voice traveled into her ears.

She thought her ears must be playing tricks on her. Otherwise, why would she hear Bruno's voice at this moment?

The silent surroundings confirmed her thoughts as she stood still, and she gave out a silent, bitter chuckle.

It was indeed an illusion.

With that, she strode forward, back to school.

The sound of footsteps came from behind her, and before she knew it, a slender figure stood in front of her, blocking her path. Surprised, she looked up, and a handsome profile took up her entire field of vision

Bruno?

Was it really him?

Disoriented, Mashauva couldn't tell if it was reality or a dream.

Was she hallucinating? What was Bruno doing there?

"You've been avoiding me for so long. Now that I'm right in front of you, are you this unwilling to

see me?"

He sounded tired as there was a hint of hoarseness in his voice. Breathing heavily, he moved closer to her.

With that, Mashauva took a reflexive step back. "Bruno..."

Bruno drew a deep breath, his gaze at her, somewhat helpless as he said, "So you still remember who I am. Then why do you keep refusing to see me? It's been half a month, Masahuva." She naturally couldn't tell him the reason. But now that he was right in front of her, she'd have to say something.

But what should she say? Mashauva hadn't a clue; she was never good at sugarcoating.

After much hesitation, she could only manage a stupid excuse.

"It's not like that, Bruno. It's just that I'm too busy with my studies lately."

"Busy?" Bruno chuckled softly. "But you're free to hang out with Freddy?" Mashauva didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Well?"

Seeing that she did not speak, Bruno took another step forward.

With that, she took another reflexive step back and even faced her back to him. "It's not that. After hanging out with Freddy, I don't have any time left to spare. I was very busy; I just happened to be free today." Mashauva breathed a sigh of relief after blurting all that out, thinking she was wise to reply so. He shouldn't be able to find any faults in it.

"Then will you be free tomorrow?" Bruno asked.

Stunned, she uttered, "I have to study tomorrow. No- I'm not free."

"What about the day after tomorrow?"

What was he trying to do? Mashauva pursed her lips and said, "Not free too."

There was a long period of silence after that. Mashauva bit her lower lip, regretting what she had said. Were her words too harsh? After all, it was her problem liking him.

Bruno was not aware of her feelings. Besides, it was not wrong to only see her as his sister.

Why should she put all the blame on him?

While she was deep in her thoughts, a deep sigh came from behind her.

"You've become a bad girl, Mashauva."

Mashauva was confused. How was she a bad girl?

Bruno grabbed her shoulder and turned her around, forcing her to face him. It was summer, and her clothes were thin, so she could clearly feel the heat from his palm through it.

"You would never lie to me before."

Lie?

Mashauva looked up and happened to meet his deep gaze. His eyes were slightly narrowed, looking at her as if they could read her innermost thoughts.

She subconsciously looked away, not wanting him to stare into her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I really have to study."

After that, she even wanted to push his hands away, only to find that they were clasped to her shoulders, no way for her to be free.

"Bruno?"

"Mashauva, let's talk."

About what? The memory of her humiliating act suddenly came to her, and she bit her lower lip as she shook her head to refuse, abashed. "What's there to talk about? Bruno, let go of me. It's already very fate. If I don't go in now, Frida and the others Will worry about me."

Hearing that, Bruno looked in the direction of the school gates and said helplessly, "You're right; it's already quite late. Next time you go out with Freddy, you can't stay out so late." With that, Mashauva defied him reflexively.

"Bruno, I'm going to be an adult soon. I can make my own decisions. Besides, I may see you as an older brother, but... you're not really my brother."

In other words, he was not her real brother, so he had no right to tell her what to do.

He was disheartened by her words. However, he could understand her actions when he recalled her recent state of mind.

"You're right, I'm not your brother, but we grew up together. I'm sure our bond is much stronger than Freddy's, no?"

She did not reply. Bruno sighed and ruffled the top of her head. "Let's talk tomorrow, okay?"

Mashauva still wouldn't say a thing.

"If you don't answer me, then I'll do what Freddy did and go to your class directly. Or, do you want me to find you in your dormitory?"

Hearing that, Mashauva raised her head in astonishment and looked at him incredulously.

"Well?" Bruno stared into her eyes as he cajoled, "What's your choice?"

Mashauva drooped her eyelids in defeat as she said, "Let's talk tomorrow then."

"Good. I'll see you at the school gate after school tomorrow."

After receiving her promise, Bruno no longer put her in a tight spot and released his grip before ruffling her hair again. "Go on in; rest early." With that, Mashauva trotted into the school, not looking back once.

She ran all the way to the dormitory, rushed upstairs, entered the room, and then went straight into the bathroom.

She felt as if she had just been on a roller coaster. Looking at the person in the mirror, she thought that face had revealed everything.

If possible, she really did not wish to see Bruno again.

That day, she drank so much milkshake that she vomited. Then she proceeded to play dead in the washroom and pretended to be asleep her whole journey home. Oh, how she wished she could hide under a rock.

However, what was more humiliating was her feelings for him.

Mashauva poked the face in the mirror and mocked in a whisper, "What makes you think he'll fall in love with you with that face? You two grew up together. If he had any feelings for you, he would've had a long time ago."

What would they be talking about the next day?

If Bruno asked her about her feelings, how should she answer him?

Should she deny or admit? If she admitted, what should she say next? Tell him she had gotten over it and give him and Rosalie her blessing? Would that make her sound magnanimous?

No, she wouldn't be able to say it.

She simply couldn't bring herself to give them her blessing.

What if she denied it? But how was she to explain her behavior that day?

How lousy of an excuse would it be if she said she went to drink loads of milkshakes because she suddenly thought of something upsetting.

It sure was a big headache. Mashauva now regretted going out with Freddy. If she stayed, Bruno wouldn't have been able to catch her at the school gates.