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 to vomit. With that, the milkshake no

having another for a very, very long

feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her eyes open

Crying close-eyed.

so much; it was the first time she ever experienced heartbreak, only ever seeing

now that she was experiencing it herself,

buried her head in her knees, so

a long silence, the washroom door opened, and a

in a fetal position. As he reached his hand out to

after a long time that Bruno

go home." His tone,

there was no

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

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

did Bruno realize she was fast

eyes and nose were red, and there were wet tear stains

washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced for

sure was one to make others

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

softly, "I'm her

say more, but

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

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

in the parlor couldn't help

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

you're right. We can only look at them

At the Taylor villa.

her daughter had happily gone out on a date with Bruno. She thought he was outstanding, and she naturally wouldn't say noif he were to marry

she was pleased when she heard Mashauva had

in Bruno's arms

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