Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1677



Ever since Mashauva met Roger at the taqueria.

She often bumped into him when she headed out. Like when Lena asked her to buy some mango drink for her.

She bumped into him when she was buying the drink, and he ended up paying again.

And another time when they went out for a meal. The restaurant was packed, so Roger naturally joined their table.

Mashauva had wanted to get the spicy sharing platter when he ordered the mild one for them straight.

"You're so sweet, Roger. You remembered Mashauva can't eat spicy food, so you got her something mild instead. How sweet."

"Yeah, where else can we find such a considerate senior?"

With their arms around Mashauva, Lena and Hailey wouldn't stop praising Roger while he remained nonchalant, having a faint smile all the while. Mashauva, on the other hand, felt highly awkward as she could tell the two of them were deliberately setting her up with Roger.

She wanted to say no but thought she should give other guys a chance to see if she really needed to be around more guys like everyone had been telling her. All in all, it was a real Catch-22 situation.

Halfway through the meal, Lena answered a call only to say she had to leave with Hailey. The two of them gave each other a knowing look and stood up together.

"Mashauva, we have something urgent to attend to. Please enjoy your meal with Roger."

"Huh? What is it?" Mashauva stood up as well. "I'll come with you guys."

"It's nothing big," Putting her hand on Mashauva's shoulder, Hailey pushed her back on her chair, then said to Roger with a smile, "Roger, well leave Mashauva in your care. Please do look after her, or well come for you."

With that, the two girls left in a hurry.

The corners of Mashauva's mouth couldn't help twitching, feeling extremely awkward.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

"No need to be nervous," Sensing she was feeling awkward, Roger smiled faintly and said, "They mean well. But if you don't want to, just see it as eating out with a friend."

Friends?

Mashauva breathed a sigh of relief, hearing that, "Okay."

Roger's hand paused at that, not expecting her to agree so quickly. "I have to say, that hurt a little. You didn't even hesitate for a second."

"Huh?" Mashauva was suddenly at a loss for words, "I'm sorry, Roger. I just..."

"It's alright, no need to explain. We hadn't known each other long anyway, and I don't mean anything else. Don't feel pressured, okay?"

Mashauva nodded helplessly. Despite their agreement to having the meal as friends, Roger kept helping her out, handing her more food, pouring her another drink, and whatnot, obviously not having eaten much himself.

She felt uneasy the entire meal, inexplicably thinking of Bruno.

If only he were there with her.

She couldn't help sighing, wondering when was the last time they saw each other. It seemed that she had been reluctant to see him since the beginning of the semester. Moreover, he was busy, not having the time to visit her. But when he finally did, Mashauva wouldn't want to see him.

Hence, they hadn't met since the time he came with Freddy to help clean her dormitory.

Or more so, Mashauva was avoiding him.

"What? There are no seats left? But we came all the way here."

"Are you kidding me? It's the same every day. And you don't even allow reservations. Don't you think you're pushing it?"

"I'm sorry, sir, we're usually packed during the evenings. Perhaps you two could come earlier tomorrow?"

"C'mon, let's be real, who would have this in the morning? Can't you add more seats since you're full all the time? What a bummer."

Mashauva heard the conversation

and found the two voices strange

ét

yet familiar. She turned and saw that

it was Bruno's two mates,

Edwin Johnston and Samuel Yeager.

However, since she had only met them that one time, she dared not say hi.

To her dismay, one of them happened to meet her eyes when he looked in her direction.

"Hey? Isn't that Mashauva?"

With that, the other followed his gaze too, saying, "You're right. Boy, we didn't expect to see you here, Mashauva."

"Hey."

Mashauva stood up to greet them. It

wasn't until the guys reached

Mashauya that they saw another

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gentle-looking guy with glasses with her. They figured he was her classmate.

"Mashauva, this your friend, we're assuming."

Both of them said hi to Roger, and he stood up from his seat. Mashauya had no choice but to

introduce them, "Roger, these are

Bruno's friends; this is Roger my senior."

To that, Roger smiled at them and asked, "Are you guys looking for a seat? You can join us if you'd like."

Their table was a table for six. Since Lena and Hailey left, there were four seats available.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind."

"We don't."

After they settled down, Roger called for the waiter for new sets of cutleries.

Mashauva was initially feeling uneasy. Although the two sudden guests were Bruno's classmates, she felt slightly uncomfortable as she wasn't close to them.

After Edwin ordered, he got up and said, "I'm going to the washroom."

And as soon as he was no longer within their field of vision, he called Bruno.

Though he and Bruno were classmates, they wouldn't call each other for no reason. This time, however, was to tell him about Mashauva.

When the call connected, Bruno's icy voice sounded from the other end.

"What's up?"

"Bruno," Edwin could not help but drag his words, "Samuel and I came out for a meal, and guess who we bumped into?"

However, what replied to him was silence; Buno had no intention to guess.

"C'mon, Bruno, make a guess."

"I'm swamped. If you have nothing else, then I..."

"We met Mashauva! Could you believe it?"

Stumped, Bruno thought he misheard, "Mashauva?"

"Yeah, the one who came to our dormitory the last time?"

It wasn't surprising to bump into her at a restaurant; she was a foodie, after all, so Bruno wasn't fazed.

However, she had been deliberately avoiding him lately, and it made him unsettled.

"So?"

"I'm going to be honest with you, Bruno; she's so much prettier now, that a guy's trying to hit on her. The friend she came with is taking meticulous

care of her."

"What did you say?"