Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1672



"Mom, I've made two gnocchi and some soup. Do you want to eat them now or later?"

"Set them aside for now. I'm not hungry yet. You guys can eat first."

Freddy looked at Mashauva and said, "You guys should head back then. No need to drop by in the afternoon. Get some rest after you've eaten." Surprised, Madeline asked, "Didn't I tell you to bring her food?"

"What food? There are too many people. I only made enough for two."

In other words, he didn't want Bruno and Mashauva to stay for lunch and what that meant was very obvious.

Hearing that, Madeline nearly jumped out of bed to give her son a good beating, wanting to know what in the world he was thinking.

However, as she had just undergone an operation not too long ago, and that Bruno and Mashauva were still there, she held back, only smiling as she said, "Look at you, Bruno and Mashauva came all the way to visit me and take care of me. How can you only make enough for two? How about this, leave the food here, and you take them out to eat.

Don't worry about me." "No way," Freddy immediately objected and shook his head. "I can't leave you alone in the hospital."

"It's fine, Madam Madeline. We can go home and eat. We'll come back tomorrow."

Madeline could only agree, resigned.

"Alright then. Take care, drive safe."

After they left, Madeline shot Freddy a resentful glance.

"Idiot."

Freddy didn't reply. He did it on purpose. Bruno even asked when he saw Freddy had only made two portions. "Why didn't you make enough for four?"

"That won't be necessary." Freddy twitched his lips. "Although I like her, what's more important to me is to see her happy and not to be with her."

Bruno fell silent at that.

When they left, Mashauva followed behind Bruno, looking somewhat lost. It seemed that Bruno had always been thin, and his back was straight when he walked, just like his heart.

She liked this Bruno a lot but...

Many people were saying she was young, so she was still confused about her feelings and that she should date other people to understand what her true feelings were.

But should she?

She had always believed her feelings were what they were, but when people around her kept telling her otherwise, she began doubting if she was right. If not, why would they say differently from her thoughts?

As Mashauva was deep in thought, her pace slowed down, and her head hung low. She didn't even notice Bruno had stopped, bumping into him straight.

Bang!

"What's going on in that little mind of yours?"

A deep male voice rang from above, and she looked up reflexively, meeting Bruno's deep gaze.

"Bruno?"

"What if you bump into someone when you think as you walk?"

"Sorry," Mashauva lowered her eyes. "I spaced out a little. I didn't mean to."

She didn't want to think as she walked either. However, without realizing it, she fell into deep thought and thus that.

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"It's fine this time because I'm with you, but you can't do this when you're alone. It's very dangerous." Bruno tried his best to tell her the dangers of walking alone. His voice was, however, gentle, "Say if you're also this absent-minded when you're crossing the road, what do you think will happen?"

However, he continued just as she wanted to say something. "It might turn catastrophic. So whatever's bothering you, don't think when you're driving or walking. If you really can't help it, stay put, understand?"

With that, he ruffled her hair.

"Got it." Mashauva was about to tug on his clothes when she recalled her thoughts from earlier. Hence, stopping mid-air, she withdrew her hand back, left hanging on her side.

Noticing that, he was stumped for a moment, feeling as if ants were gnawing on his heart.

"C'mon, what do you want to eat for lunch?"

Though Mashauva had told herself not to think about it, her mind was still a mess, giving him an insincere reply, "Anything is fine." "Are you tired?"

"Sorry?"

"Shall I take you home then?"

Home? Grabbing her skirt, she balled her hands into tight fists, wondering if he didn't want to eat with her.

Her eyes flickered, and after a while, she nodded, "Alright, we'll go home then."

"Get a good rest after you've eaten. The semester is starting soon."

"Bruno, are we coming again tomorrow?"

"Do you not want to?"

"It's not like that." Mashauva shook her head, "It's just, Madam Madeline is a little strange, that's all."

She had intended to come and help

Freddy take care of his mom, but her conversation with Madeline had gotten her upset. If she really saw her as her potential daughter-in-Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

law, she would definitely let Madeline down.

Bruno paused his steps for a split second before saying, "She had just undergone an operation; she'd inevitably get ideas in her head. It's normal that she'd say something peculiar; no need to take it to heart."

"But, what if she said she wanted me to be with Freddy?"

Bruno stopped in his tracks, as did Mashauva, looking up at him gravely at the busy corridor.

"Bruno, do you also think I'm too young and immature; that's why you don't want to be with me? Are you afraid that I will regret it in the future?"

Not expecting her to bring the topic up at such a place, he ruffled her hair as he coaxed, "Don't be ridiculous. You've been busy all morning; don't you feel tired? Don't you want to go home and rest?"

"Don't change the topic, Bruno. I'm being serious here."

Seeing that she had the notion of setting the record straight there and then, he had no choice but to bring her to a quiet corner. "Calm down."

Her eyes grew watery; she knew she was being dramatic, but people had been telling her so, so she had started doubting herself.

"Go home and get some rest first. We will talk about this another day, okay?"

However, she didn't reply but only kept her gaze downcast, looking pitiful, nodding after a long while.

On their journey back, the atmosphere between them was tense. Mashauva leaned against the window with her eyes closed, not wanting to talk to Bruno, and he didn't dare to disturb her either.

It wasn't until they arrived at Taylor Villa that she opened her eyes and said as she unfastened her seatbelt, "Bruno, get where you're coming from, and I'll think it through. Since you think I'm still immature, do all that I can to change that."

With that, she got out of the car, not waiting to hear his reply.