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

another for a

vomited like crazy that day and 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 the wall, not wanting to leave

Crying close-eyed.

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

now that she was experiencing it herself, she realized how painful it

her head in her knees, so worn out

a series

he reached his hand out to her, he stopped mid-air and withdrew, worried that he might scare

wasn't until after a long time

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

was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

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

Bruno realize she was fast

eyes and nose were red, and there were wet tear stains on her face; his

leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had

was one to

picked Mashauva up into his arms with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the

said softly, "I'm

more, but her

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

Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing her in the back

in the parlor couldn't help marveling

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

look at

At the Taylor villa.

a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say

was pleased when she heard Mashauva had feelings for

home in Bruno's arms sooner

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