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 couldn't drink anymore and wanted to vomit. With that, the

another for a very, very long

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

Crying close-eyed.

she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in

she was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful it

in her knees, so worn out that she

opened, and a series of steady footsteps

he reached

long time that Bruno finally

go home." His tone, as

was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

hesitation, he carried her up, and with that, she

realize

red, and there were wet tear stains on her face; his heart wrenched at

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

was one to make

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

said softly, "I'm

more,

was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's sober enough not to be

gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her

waitresses in the parlor couldn't

Oh, how I 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 sister. I don't even

We can only look at

At the Taylor villa.

on cloud nine that day as her daughter had happily gone out on a date with

was pleased when she heard Mashauva

in Bruno's arms sooner than

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