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.

him. He pursed his lips, on the brink of losing his temper. However, a thought flashed across his mind,

to conceal the matter from him, so wherefore should he

thought, Bruno sighed heavily in his heart. His eyes and 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

not

uneasiness and displeasure in Mashauva's heart, leaving only satisfaction

the snowman, she handed 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 should

snowman, she deliberately gave it a huge head, so her face wouldn't look so

"Sure."

photo, she took back her phone and saw that compared

she carefully

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

streetlights along the road stretched

fat. If she managed to shed some weight, would she look this good when she walked alongside

up her mind; she would lose weight when she

dead weight

from now on, but Bruno would definitely not allow her to cut back on her food. Therefore, her

plan. If her best friend knew of it, she'd

one to share

to how

these naive thoughts would one day give her a painful blow in the future, and it was not until then would she completely

playing the whole

"He won't."

doesn't make sense for me to tour around with you while he explores with his cousin. What's there for him to be

that, she was more at ease, but she

late when they returned. Laura was

was in the morning when she saw the

that they had