Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly) novel Chapter 1635

That incident was too humiliating.

Bruno walked to her side and spoke in a deep voice.

"I can keep it a secret, but you have to promise me one thing."

"What is it?" Puzzled, Mashauva raised her head and happened to meet his deep gaze.

He placed his hand on her head and said softly, "Don't ignore me."

Mashauva's heart skipped a beat hearing that. Blushing as she stared into Bruno's eyes, she looked down after a while and said with a guilty conscience, "When have I ignored you?"

"Haven't you been ignoring me these days?"

"I told you, I'm busy with my studies. It was not on purpose."

Bruno did not reply, and silence filled the air.

After a while, Mashauva mumbled, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back first. I have to get my homework done."

He still didn't speak. Mashauva glanced at him and noticed his gaze was fixed on her, his lips pursed.

"I'll take your silence as an okay then."

With that, she turned to run with her backpack on her back. However, just after a couple of steps, she realized she couldn't move anymore.

She took another step forward but found that she still could not move.

Hence, she looked back and saw that Bruno was grabbing the handle of her backpack.

"Bruno?"

Bruno let out a heavy sigh and said, "I asked you to come out so that we can talk. How can we continue if you keep trying to run away?"

Mashauva bit her lower lip and said nothing.

"What happened to the photo in my wallet?"

Bruno brought up an awkward topic out of the blue.

"W-what photo? I don't know what you're talking about."

She had taken the photo because she was in it. There were two reasons as to why. One was that since Bruno had fallen in love with someone else, she shouldn't appear in front of him anymore, not even in photos.

It was best if she disappeared from his life.

The second reason was that since she was about to disappear from his life, she thought she should take the photo away as a keepsake.

"You don't know?" Bruno pulled on the handle and drew her in bit by bit. Then, he suddenly grabbed her shoulder and turned her over to face him.

"My wallet was in your hands that day, and the photo went missing after I took it back, yet you're telling me you don't know?"

"I really don't. I didn't know there was a photo in your wallet. Did you lose it yourself?"

"Impossible." Bruno said firmly, "I'll never lose that photo."

"Regardless, I don't have it." Mashauva was resolute on denying it until the end.

With that, he fell silent, looking at her for a long while before he suddenly chuckled, "Mashauva, what do you want with my photo? Did you hide it away so that you look at me more often?"

"That's absurd!" Mashauva retorted, embarrassed, "Why would I do that? Plus, you're not the only one in that photo..."

Halfway through her words, she realized she had fallen into his trap.

"Who told you I have a girlfriend?"

What was he saying? His mouth acted on its own. Although he knew it wasn't the right thing to do, he couldn't bring himself to say otherwise.

Stunned, Mashauva raised her head and looked into his eyes, tearful.

"You do. That girl from that day is your girlfriend."

"Who told you she's my girlfriend?"

"If she's not your girlfriend, why can she sit in the front passenger seat then?"

It was a question he could not give her an answer to as he had indeed sought Rosalie's help from the beginning. However, after he saw Mashauva leave miserably and started avoiding him, he knew he had made a huge mistake.

"If you can't answer me, that means I'm right. You don't have to lie to me." Mashauva pushed him away. "Anyway, I don't want to see you anymore, and you shouldn't come and find me."

Mashauva could not push Bruno's hand away even with some effort. Upset, she cried, "Bruno, let go of me!"

"No," Bruno said in a hoarse voice. He tightened his grip on her shoulder and dragged them down to her wrists. "If I let you go, you'll try to run away again. It's hard to see you nowadays."

Mashauva said sullenly, "You can go and see your girlfriend!"

"She is not my girlfriend."

"She is!" "She's not."

"Then tell me why can she sit in the front passenger seat?"

Bruno pursed his lips and said helplessly, "I can't tell you why, but she really isn't my girlfriend. If she is, do you think I'd still have the time to send you home that day? She went back on her own that day."

Mashauva was beginning to believe his words, but she still couldn't understand why.