She hadn't had a milkshake for a very long time?

How long was it? But even so, she didn't have to cry about it, right?

However, seeing that Mashauva's tears wouldn't stop, the waitress didn't have the heart to ask more but went to get her some napkins.

"Here, wipe your tears with it."

Mashauva's gaze was all gratitude when she saw the napkins.

"Thank you."

However, wiping it only made it worse as her tears wouldn't stop, crying as she drank.

Noticing the oddity, the other customers directed their attention to Mashauva one after another. She would've felt self-conscious if it was any other day, but she was suffering from heartbreak that day, so she didn't care what others thought.

After downing several cups of milkshake, she was filled to the brim and sickening even more so.

She looked up and asked with tears in her eyes.

"Sorry, do you mind showing me to the washroom?"

Washroom?

Someone grabbed Mashauva's arm, pulling her up as a deep voice rang.

"I'll take you there."

Disoriented, Mashauva followed the man. It took her quite a while to figure out something was amiss.

Why did the voice sound so familiar? Could it be?

However, her stomach was churning, and the washroom was right ahead. With a bigger problem in her hands, she ran to the washroom before she could verify her suspicion. Thud!

Mashauva vomited into the sink as soon as the washroom door closed.

many cups of milkshake she had but that she couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit. With that, the milkshake

be having another for a very,

out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother

Crying close-eyed.

heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen dramas. She couldn't understand what was there to

it herself, she realized

head in her knees,

long silence, the washroom door opened, and a series

girl in a fetal position. As he reached

after a long time

go home." His tone,

there was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

up, and with that,

realize she

nose were red, and there were wet tear stains on her

asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for

was one to make others

with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress came up to him and asked, "I'm sorry,

said softly,

more, but her colleague

she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure

said made sense, so she gave way, and Bruno carried

in the parlor couldn't

wish I could be his sister." "You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be his wife instead?" "C'mon, it's already a dream to be his

you're right. We can only look at

At the Taylor villa.

gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif he were to

pleased when she heard Mashauva had feelings

returned home in Bruno's

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