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.

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

definitely wouldn't be having another

was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against

Crying close-eyed.

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

was experiencing it

her knees,

long silence, the washroom door opened, and a

he reached his hand out

wasn't until after a long

let's go home." His tone, as light as

was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

and with that,

realize

and nose were red, and there were wet tear

wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for this to happen? Looking at her, Bruno

one to make others

Seeing that, the waitress came up to him and asked, "I'm sorry,

softly, "I'm

wanted to say more, but her

milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's sober enough not to be taken away by

said made sense, so she gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her in

waitresses in the parlor couldn't help marveling at

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 sister.

right. We can only look at them with envy from

At the Taylor villa.

day as her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally

when she heard Mashauva had feelings for

her surprise, Mashauva returned home in Bruno's arms sooner than she

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