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.

she had but that she couldn't drink anymore and wanted

wouldn't be having another for a very, very

As she was feeling miserable, she

Crying close-eyed.

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

was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful it

knees, so worn out that she

the washroom door opened, and a series

a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he

until after a long time that Bruno finally

home." His tone, as light as

was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

up, and with that, she fell into his embrace, eyes

Bruno realize

were red, and there were wet tear

washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had

one to make others

Mashauva up into his arms with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress came up to him and asked,

said softly, "I'm her

to say more, but her colleague held her

cream parlor, not a bar. All she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's sober enough not to be taken away by strangers. Don't

Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her in the

couldn't help marveling at the

I could be his sister." "You have got to be joking. Sister? Wouldn't you want to be

can only look at them with envy

At the Taylor villa.

cloud nine that day as her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he

when she heard Mashauva

her surprise, Mashauva returned home in Bruno's arms

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