Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)
Chapter 1687

It didn't take long for the Yardleys and Taylors to agree on Mashauva and Bruno's marriage. The families held a grand engagement party, and both of them exchanged rings.

On that day, Hailey and Lena both went all out with their looks. After being friends with Mashauva, the three girls were able to influence each other.

Hailey and Lena had changed for the better, no longer fake, and would even tease Mashauva outright.

"You won't be mad at us for outdressing you at your engagement party, would you?"

Lena added quickly, "Why would she be? She has the most handsome guy in North City within her palms. Besides, he wouldn't spare a glance at any other woman. I'm sure she can't be happier." With that, Lena put her arm over Mashauva's shoulder and shoved her playfully. "Am I right?"

Somewhat shy, Mashauva blushed. To be honest, she didn't care how they dressed; they had always been like this, showy.

"Anyhow, congratulations on your engagement.

Your wish finally came true."

"Thank you," Mashauva said, still blushing.

"By the way, do you still keep in touch with Frida?" Lena asked, but Hailey immediately stopped her. "L mon, don't bring this up at a time like this."

Lena was stumped for a second before she said with an awkward chuckle, "It has been so long. Can't I ask?"

Frida was indeed still a sore subject for Mashauva. She smiled, indifferent, as she said, "It's all right. I've already moved on. We're not in contact with each other anymore."

"Well, that's life. People come and go. Who knows, maybe well go our separate ways after we graduate from university."

They couldn't help bemoaning at the subject.

"But it's alright. What matters is that the person you love will always be by your side."

She was right; all that mattered was that Bruno would always be by her side.

Lena and Hailey made some friends at the engagement party, and after hanging out with them a few times, they managed to get themselves a boyfriend. With that, the three girls hung out even less. Because of the nature of Bruno's work, the couple spent more time apart than together. Moreover, Mashauva still had to attend university, so all they had was an engagement and nothing else. Mashauva bumped into Frida at university when she went to sign up for a club.

Their eyes met, and Mashauva thought Frida would avoid her gaze, but to her surprise, Frida walked to her.

"Are you going to join this club as well?"

Hearing Frida's voice again, Mashauva felt like she was in a trance.

They had not seen each other for a long, long time; she thought Frida wouldn't even talk to her.

"Yeah."

"I've joined this club. If it bothers you, you can look for another one."

Frida's words got her stumped.

"By the way, what happened back then was my fault."

Frida smiled and continued, "Every time I think about it, I thought I had been too immature. You treated me like a sister, but I lashed out at you because of my selfish desires." Mashauva didn't reply, only feeling a tug at her heartstring.

"I've come around now, but I still owe you an apology."

"No, it's fine." Mashauva shook her head. "You don't owe me anything. In fact, it was my problem. We from two different worlds. I

But

shouldn't have forced you to live like

I would, let alone make decisions on

your behalf."

"Two different worlds, huh?" Frida's smile became somewhat cold. "You're right; we were never from the same worlds."

"So I should be the one apologizing," Mashauva said with a smile.

Frida was a little surprised. "I threw away our friendship at your coming of age ceremony. Don't you hate me at all?"

Mashauva shook her head.

"There's nothing to hate. I might do something even worse if I were you. So, after putting myself in your shoes, I don't think it's a big deal." Hearing that, Frida finally understood. Mashauva didn't have even a hint of sentiment left for her but their sweet sisterhood in the past.

So it turned out that in all these years, she was the only one suffering, unable to let go while Mashauva had long left it behind her.

"Frida," Mashauva called out to her.

"This might be the last time I'll call out to you. I'm glad to be able to call you my best friend. Even if we had fallen out, I've never regretted being friends with you. I understand where you were coming from; you're probably doing alright, aren't you? No one will make any decisions for you anymore. I'm not too bad myself; I've also realized friendships are destined."

Frida did not say a word.

"Anyhow, I hope you can replace someone with the same aspirations as you. All the best in your future. I won't be joining this club; I'll go look for another one."

With that, Mashauva waved at her magnanimously and left, not the least bit clingy.

Frida stood rooted to the spot as she watched Mashauva walk away, couldn't help balling her hands hanging on her sides into fists. Mashauva was so generous, even apologizing and giving Frida her blessing. If she continued to go up to Mashauva, it would be her bad. Years of friendship, gone, just like that.

Frida closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, all there was left was sadness. She turned and left.

The encounter with Frida was just a sideshow in Mashauva's life, not considering it something significant. She still had to study hard and live her life diligently. She thought she would carry the regret to her grave, but when Frida stood before her, only then did she realize she could let it

I go.

After all, Frida wasn't herself when she was with her; leaving was the right decision.

Whenever Bruno was not busy with work, he would spend time with his girl, going on vacations on long holidays.

With that, they were able to travel the entirety of Hidalgo within three years.

Their next plan was to travel abroad, to see the world. Time flew by, and Mashauva was finally graduating.

Bruno came specially to pick her up while she received a surprise confession from a junior on that day.

Bruno was leaning against the school gates as she walked to him. However, the junior stopped her midway, looking at her with a nervous expression. "Hi, Mashauva. Can I please have your number?"

Her number?

Mashauva glanced at Bruno, who was standing not too far away. He happened to turn his gaze to her too, and she suddenly felt inexplicably guilty. "Well... I already have a boyfriend."

Hearing that, the junior blushed. "Oh." Then, she pointed at where Bruno was, and his gaze followed

her finger. With that, he apologized, flushed face as he scurried away.

After he left, she trotted toward Bruno.

"Looks like my girl's very popular with the guys."