Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1649

It was Mashauva's coming of age that day.

And for that, Bruno had specially prepared a gift for her and only came after he triple-checked to make sure it was all okay. However, he only found out she was still getting ready when he arrived.

He had wanted to wait downstairs, but Cassie and his mother kept urging him to go upstairs and take a look. At first, Bruno wasn't too thrilled. Why should he walk in on a girl getting her makeup done? Hence, he didn't agree to it.

To that, Minerva said frankly, "What are you afraid of? Didn't you two grow up together? So what if you saw her put on makeup?"

Cassie gave a wide smile. "Your mom's right. She's just putting on makeup; no big deal. She's probably done. If you go now, you'll be the first to see it."

The first...

Tempted, Bruno went upstairs under their influence in the end.

However, never had he expected to see this.

Mashauva wailed in his arms, and her tears were flowing like a never-ending waterfall. He could feel his shirt drenched in her tears.

Bruno stood rooted to the spot, somewhat stunned and at a loss. After all, she had never cried this badly before. Even when she cried in front of him the last time, she hadn't thrown herself at him as she did right then, as if she had suffered the world's greatest aggrieve.

Seeing that, Jessie and her assistant couldn't help lamenting to themselves, "Sh*t, her makeup needs a do-over. Forget it; it's already a feat she could endure until now. She should just cry to her heart's content."

If she didn't let it out now, how was she supposed to spend the rest of the day?"

Mashauva continued to cry, sobbing non- stop, unable to utter a single word. As soon as she called out to Bruno, she would cry until she was out of breath and her emotions ran amok.

Bruno didn't know what to say either, only placing his hand on Mashauva's back, gently patting her, silently listening to her cries.

Mashauva's wailing gradually subsided after a while. However, due to her despairing cry, her body twitched from time to time, and his heart ached for her.

After some time, Jessie went to them and whispered, "Miss Taylor, you have to put on your makeup again. The coming-of-age ceremony... it's about to begin." Just as she finished speaking, someone from downstairs came to rush them.

Mashauva nestled in Bruno's embrace, hugging his waist, unmoving.

"Forget about the makeup."

Bruno said solemnly and called the shots for Mashauva.

Looking at the unmoving girl in his arms, Jessie assumed she agreed to his idea as well.

"Please leave for now. Let me handle it."

"All right then."

After all, it was Mashauva's personal affair. She was only responsible for the makeup and had no reason to interfere with anything else.

Soon, everyone left. Only Bruno and Mashauva were left in the room.

"Everyone's gone. It's just us now."

Bruno leaned over to wipe the tears off her face and gently rubbed her teary eyes. His heart panged as he said, "Now, can you tell me what happened?" "Bruno..." Mashauva's voice cracked at that, sounding like she would cry again in the next

second.

He then immediately interrupted her. "Alright, don't talk. You just have to nod or shake your head, okay?"

Mashauva nodded.

"Do you still want to attend the ceremony?"

Her mood was long out the window. It was supposed to be a joyful occasion, but she couldn't bring herself to even lift a smile. Who would've thought becoming an adult was such a miserable experience. However, everyone had spent a lot of energy on this coming-of-age ceremony. If she didn't participate, everyone's efforts would've been in vain.

With that in mind, Mashauva became a little hesitant.

"If you don't want to participate, I'll do something about it. You don't have to worry about the guests. Leave everything to me."

Still contemplating, she thought if Bruno were to stand in, all the blame would be on him. Although it wasn't a big deal if she chose not to attend, she couldn't bear to let others badmouth Bruno.

"Well?"

It wasn't until after a long time that Mashauva shook her head.

"No? You don't want to leave; you want to stay?" Mashauva nodded.

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Then, she took a deep breath and was finally able to compose herself. She raised her head to look into Bruno's eyes and said, "Bruno, I want to stay. Everyone had put a lot of energy into my coming-of-age ceremony, and the designer went through painstaking efforts to get my dress ready for today I can't disappoint everyone just because I'm upset."

She was the star of the show, after all. So be it if it was someone else, but it was her coming-of-age ceremony. If she chose to run away on the first day of her adulthood, how was she to face more daunting matters in the future?

"It's my first lesson to adulting!" She told herself.

Mashauva bit her lower lip, wanting to cry whenever she thought of Frida, unable to comprehend how their relationship had steered in this direction.

"Okay." Bruno respected her decision. He ruffled her hair with a faint, doting smile on his face. "My girl sure has grown up. You're becoming more responsible."

His? His girl?

Mashauva thought the way he called her sounded doting, but it wasn't the time for her to feel lovestruck, so she whispered, "I'll go wash my face. Can you call the makeup artist for me? And the ceremony..." "It's just stalling. Don't worry about that."

Bruno knocked her head lightly. "Go ahead. I'll head down and attend to the guests first. You take your time with your makeup."

"Thank you, Bruno."

After Bruno left, Mashauva went to the bathroom to wash her face with cold water.

Although it wasn't that cold

anymore, the chill of winter still

lingered, so she'd be able to freshen up almost immediately if she were to wash her face with some cold water. It barely took any time for

Mashauva to shiver from the coldness.

She wiped the water off her face with a towel, and with a quick rub of her eyes, she went out.

Jessie and her assistant returned, a little nervous when they saw her, unsure of what to say.

"Sorry for the trouble," Mashauva apologized with a light tone. "Let's start over."

Seeing Mashauva act so sensibly, Jessie's heart ached for her, nodding as she said, "All right, let's start again, but your eyes are a little red now, so we can't do the same makeup on you. We need to do something else."

Mashauva gave a faint smile. "That's fine. As long as I look presentable."

"All right."

Although she had always wished to grow up sooner, it was only at that moment that she realized how huge of a cost it would be.

With her assistant by her side, Jessie took no time getting her base makeup done. She then moved on to the actual makeup.