Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1658



No worries?

As she looked at the storm, a strange idea arose within her.

Would they still be able to go home with such heavy rain?

Of course, she only dared think about it and not voice it out.

As the wind blew the rain in, Bruno stood in front of Mashauva, blocking it from her. He closed the windows and said, "Let's continue eating. The rain should stop by the time we're done."

"Oh, okay."

However, to their dismay, it continued to pour as the gales howled outside even after they finished their meals.

The sudden storm left them helpless, and they received a call from home at the same time.

As soon as Mashauva answered the call, Cassie's voice came from the other side.

"Mashauva, how far are you from home now?"

Mashauva did a mental calculation and realized that they were quite far away, about an hour's drive home.

An hour's drive...

"Don't come back if it's too far. Just find a hotel and make do for the night."

Mashauva's face turned red. "Mom!"

"What? I don't mean anything else. Didn't I tell you I'm absolutely okay with you being with him? I trust him. Even if you two spend the night outside, he'll get two separate rooms. Wanna bet?"

She didn't need to doubt her mother. After all, Bruno was truly righteous.

However...

Mashauva turned to look at the young man leaning by the window, answering his call, saying in a low voice, "Well see what happens. Perhaps the rain will stop then."

However, it continued for hours with no sign of stopping. They continued to sit in the private room and waited. With time, Mashauva grew sleepy, cupping her cheeks as she sat, seconds away from falling asleep, drained.

"Sleepy?" Bruno's voice jolted her back to reality.

Trying to look more animated, she sat upright and shook her head, saying, "Don't worry about it. I was just feeling a little sleepy. I'm fine now." With that, she patted her face and stood up. "I'll go

wash my face."

However, Bruno patted the chair beside him, looking at her as he said, "Come here if you're feeling sleepy."

"Huh?"

"You can lean on my shoulder."

Mashauva blinked, taking in what he just said, accepting his offer in the end. She then sat down at the chair next to him and leaned against his shoulder, closing her eyes, finally feeling a little more comfortable.

"Let's wait for a little longer; it's stopping."

"Bruno, do you think the road will be flooded?"

"It will."

Because she was leaning on his shoulder, she could hear the vibration from his voice.

"The rain is too heavy, so I guess I can't take you home tonight."

Mashauva didn't reply.

There was a moment of silence in the room before Bruno spoke again.

"Did you bring your ID?"

"No..."

She could barely carry anything with the dress she was wearing; all she had on her was her phone.

"Dum-dum," Bruno sighed helplessly and said, "Thankfully, I brought mine. Let me check if there are any hotels nearby."

Then he took his phone out. Checking the map, he noticed a reputable five-star hotel near where they were.

He thought it looked good.

However, one ID card could only get them one room.

As the thought crossed his mind, he silently glanced at the girl leaning against his shoulder.

A while later, the rain stopped. Surprised, Mashauva exclaimed, "Bruno, the rain really stopped. How did you know?"

Pursing his lips, he had only casually said it so that it wouldn't seem so unbearable.

He knocked on her head and said, "What do you think?"

Feeling painful, she placed her hand on her head and snorted, not saying anything.

"Let's go to the hotel."

Bruno's car was parked in the

underground car park, but he heard

it had flooded, so he had a good guess he wouldn't be able to get it out. Hence he led Mashauva out of the restaurant, intending to walk to the hotel.

The water was at calf level.

Mashauva was wearing high heels that day; her face darkened,

exclaiming. "No, why is the water et

level so high?" "The area here is lower, and the sewage system isn't that well done, so it's normal that it'll ffood."

As he spoke, Bruno bent over in front of Mashauva. "C'mon up."

Mashauva looked at his back and thought for a moment, unmoving.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she didn't climb onto his back, he stood back up and looked at her. She was tugging at her dress awkwardly, after some thought, he removed his suit jacket and put it on her.

She was wearing it, not draped over her shoulder. His jacket was much too big for her; the sleeves were so long that she could play with it. Hence, she did so right in front of him, adorkably at that.

"Now, can you come up?"

Mashauva nodded. Just as she was about to climb onto his back, Bruno noticed something from the corner of his eyes. There was a subtle change in his expression as he suddenly grabbed her shoulder.

"Bruno, what's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Bruno leaned in and carried her in his arms.

What he did caught her completely off guard.

Flabbergasted, before she could process what was going on, she had already wrapped her arms around his neck, preventing herself from falling. After picking her up, Bruno said solemnly, "Hold on to your dress."NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Okay."

Mashauva did as she was told dopily, quickly grabbing her skirt. After that, sensing something, she looked around.

There were a few young men by the side. Once her gaze fell on them, they looked away.

With that, she got why Bruno would suddenly carry her in his arms.

Even so, Mashauva was still a little embarrassed. Leaning against Bruno, she said, "Bruno, why don't I just walk? I can pull my skirt up."

"No." Bruno shook his head, straight-faced. "The water is disgusting."

His girl should be clean.

"But doing so will only wear you out."

Hearing that, Bruno chuckled. "You're literally skin and bones now. Can you have a little more confidence in your weight? I could carry you back when

you were chubbier, and I can carry you now."

True.

Mashauva blinked. He carried her without complaint even when she was at her heaviest after all.

Not to mention she had lost so much weight!

She shouldn't be hesitant anymore.