Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Mashauva painted herself as the menacing one, but when she turned around, Bruno was merely quietly looking at her, devoid of the slightest bit of blame in his eyes. Taken aback, she was surprised Bruno did not scold her even though her words had obviously been outrageous. Even she thought she was unreasonable.

"Bruno?"

Mashauva bit her lower lip lightly; her voice toned down as she said, "I've gone too far with my words, haven't I?"

Bruno chuckled and led Mashauva to sit down on the snow. "Of course not."

"No?"

She seemed to have unconsciously rattled on a lot of bad things about Qiana.

"No."

Mashauva thought for a moment before tilting her head to look at Bruno's side profile. "Bruno, what if someone had said those words about me?"

In a split second, Mashauva thought the aura around Bruno had gotten much colder as he spoke, "Who?" "No one." She waved her hand and explained lightly, "You said you didn't think I've gone too far with my words, so I got curious. If someone else was me, and I'm Qiana, had they not gone too far too if they said all that?"

"It's a different story." Bruno lowered his head to look at her. "You mean differently to me. You can complain about others to me in private, but if someone dares bad-mouth you in your face, it's unacceptable." For some reason, Mashauva thought there was more to his words than met the eye.

But how was that possible?

Bruno was not privy to what had happened. Freddy had already taken care of the matter, so he wouldn't have told Bruno, by right.

As the thought crossed her mind, Mashauva breathed a sigh of relief. She tried to liven up the mood and said, "You're so protective of me; there's no way anyone will dare bad-mouth me." Then, she took her phone out and wanted to ask if they should take a photo together.

However, just when she was about to open her mouth, she remembered her big round face in the photo from the day before. Therefore she swallowed her words and took pictures of the scenery instead. After some time, Bruno suggested, "Let me take a few pictures of you. You can get them developed when we go back."

"What? No, no!"

Mashauva refused reflexively. When she saw Bruno taking out his phone to snap a photo of her, she covered her face with her hands in fear, unwilling to be the subject of the photo.

He pursed his lips, on the brink of losing his temper.

the matter

expression returned to normal as he said faintly, "Okay, I won't take photos of you. Come and sit down. We'll build a snowman, then

when she heard that he would not take photos

Mashauva's heart, leaving only satisfaction and joy when she looked at the snowman. At the

her phone to Bruno and asked sheepishly, "Bruno, can you, like, take a picture of me and the snowman?" It was her first-ever snowman, so she thought she

gave it a huge head, so her face wouldn't look so big next to it in the

"Sure."

Bruno took the photo, she took back her phone and saw that

she carefully saved the

cabin once. They settled their lunch and dinner in restaurants,

streetlights along the road stretched the shadows

lengthened by the street lamp, she realized she did not look as fat. If she managed to shed some weight, would she look this good when she walked alongside Bruno? Mashauva kept this thought

would lose weight when

a dead weight

allow her to cut back on her food. Therefore, her strict weight loss

let Frida in on her plan. If her best

delighted it would be for one to share the other's

still oblivious to how naive her

painful blow in the future, and it was not until then would she completely wake

playing the whole day. Would Freddy be angry with

"He won't."

Bruno said, "Tell me it doesn't make sense for me to tour around with you while he explores with his cousin. What's there for him to be

more at ease,

late when they returned.

when she saw the two of them return.

heard that they