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 milkshake

wouldn't be having another for a

As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open as she sat leaning against the wall, not wanting

Crying close-eyed.

so much; it was the first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing it in teen dramas. She couldn't understand what was there to be upset about back

it herself, she

her knees, so worn

the washroom door opened, and a series of steady footsteps proceeded,

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

long

His tone, as light as a

there was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

with that, she fell into his embrace, eyes

realize she

there were wet tear stains on

even more heart-wrenching was that she fell asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for this to happen? Looking at her,

sure was one

and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress

said softly, "I'm her

say more, but her colleague

parlor, not a bar. All she had was milkshake, not alcohol. I'm sure she's

Bruno carried

in the parlor couldn't help marveling

to be his wife instead?" "C'mon, it's already a dream

look at them with

At the Taylor villa.

daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding,

when she

in Bruno's

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