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.

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

be having another for

was even worn out toward the end. As she was feeling miserable, she didn't bother keeping her

Crying close-eyed.

heart hurt 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

it

buried her head in her knees, so worn

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

fetal position. As he reached

wasn't until after a long time that

let's go home." His tone,

was

"Mashauva?"

Mashauva remained silent.

some hesitation, he carried her up, and with

did Bruno realize she

were wet tear stains on her face; his heart wrenched at that

heart-wrenching was that she fell asleep leaning against the washroom wall. How horrible of vomit had she experienced

one to make

up into his arms with care and stepped out. Seeing that, the waitress came up

softly, "I'm her

wanted to say more, but her colleague held

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

so she gave way, and Bruno carried Mashauva out, placing

in the parlor couldn't help marveling at the

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 have the

only look

At the Taylor villa.

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

when she heard Mashauva had feelings

returned home in Bruno's

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