Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Chapter 1648

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Even Jessie was stunned. Mashauva had happily told her what kind of look she would be doing on Frida; she even had everything prepared. Who would've thought...

With her eyeshadow palette in hand, she pulled her assistant aside.

"Frida, hadn't we agreed to hold the coming-of-age ceremony together? That day..."

"I didn't promise you anything, did I?" Frida's voice was a little withdrawn. She looked at Mashauva and said, "I didn't want to come, but you insisted, so I came to give you a gift. But I have other things to do. Can't I leave?"

Shaken, she explained, "That's not what I mean. Are you really not staying? After all, it'll be exciting today. Besides, we're the same age, so I told my mom I want to hold my coming-of-age ceremony with you."

"No need. We may be the same age, but our birthdays are different. Today is your coming of age, not mine."

As she spoke, Frida had a self-deprecating expression. "Also, coming-of-age ceremonies are for rich people like you. We poor people aren't worthy of holding something as fancy as this."

To that, Mashauva's expression changed.

"Well then, I wish you a happy adulthood. I have other matters to take care of. I'll be going now."

Frida left at that.

"Hold up." Mashauva quickly walked up to her, blocking her path as she said, "Frida, why would you say that? I've never once thought ill of your background, but just now you..."

The talk about the rich and the poor? Frida's words suddenly created a distance between them. How could Mashauva not hear the coldness in her heart?

Holding Frida's hands, she asked, "What on earth happened? Why did you suddenly change? Can you tell me?"

"There is nothing to say. I really have something to do." Frida shook her hand away and wanted to leave.

Seeing how cold Frida's attitude was and that she insisted on leaving, anger arose within her.

"Why won't you give me a reason for ignoring me? I thought we were best friends and that we were equals in our friendship. Is this a joke to you?" Surprised by her words, Frida looked at her, flabbergasted.

As in her impression, Mashauva was soft and adorable, as well as naive and harmless. But her words right then held immense power.

"She's truly angry now, isn't she?" Frida thought.

She bit her lower lip as tears welled up in her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Mashauva approached her slowly. "Didn't we agree to be best friends forever? Shouldn't we always clear our misunderstandings? I've never stopped thinking about it, but I don't know how I've offended you. The way you're treating me is really upsetting. It's all too baffling."

Hearing that, Frida raised her lips in amusement and looked at her with cold eyes.

"Baffling? Then let's not be best friends anymore."

Mashauva was taken aback at that.

"Do you think I want to be your best friend?"

"What did you say?"

"Listen, I don't want to be best friends with you at all. You're the daughter of a rich family, so everyone will naturally flatter and dote on you, but I'm not. My family is poor. My parents have to work subserviently, and I have to earn my own living expenses. So what makes you think you can demand someone like me to attend your coming-

of-age ceremony?"

At the talk of her living expenses, Mashauva's heart ached. "But we've always celebrated our birthdays together."

"That's because I've been accommodating you, do you understand? I never wanted to spend our birthdays together, nor do I want to be your best friend."

Mashauva stood rooted to the ground in disbelief. She did not speak, nor shed tears, just staring at Frida, wide-eyed until her vision became blurry. Even her voice sounded distant.

"You're an adult

from now on, aren't

you? I didn't want to argue with you seeing you're turning into an adult

today, but since you've asked me et

then I'll tell you. I don't want to be best friends with you anymore. When we return to school, let's pretend we don't know each other. You go your way, and I'll go mine."

Why on earth was this happening? How did it come to this? "Farewell."

With that, Frida left the dressing room.

Mashauva didn't chase after her, stood rooted, like a stringed puppet, soulless.

Jessie and her assistant had their mouths agape in incredulity as they watched the scene unfold, surprised at her friend's heartless words. After all, it was obvious how eage Mashauva was.

She truly looked forward to having a joint coming-of-age ceremony with her best friend. She even had a dress ready for her, but who would've thought her friend dropped such a bomb at her.

How heartbreaking must the poor girl have felt.

A thought struck her, and she strode to Mashauva only to see the girl wide-eyed, tears pooling in it, but not letting a single tear fall.

To that, she couldn't help saying, "Miss Taylor, don't cry. Please, don't cry."

Mashauva looked at her with wide eyes.

"Today is your coming-of-age ceremony. There are many people outside, and you will have to go out later. If you cry, your makeup will be ruined." "You're right." Mashauva nodded. She couldn't cry. If she did, her makeup would be ruined, and everyone would see her make a fool of herself.

She was holding her coming-of-age ceremony that day, and it was supposed to be her happiest day. She had grown up and could no longer cry like she used to.

She had to suppress it.

Jessie watched as the girl before her eyes dared not even blink, standing there, on the verge of bursting into tears, even her nose was rosy, but she did not shed a tear.

Her heart ached at that, wanting to tell her to just cry it all out.

"I won't cry. I won't cry." Mashauva held back the urge to let her tears fall.

Jessie's assistant crept forward,

tugging at her sleeve, whispering "This won't do, will it? How will she

head out later? Better to let her cry her heart out, and then fix he makeup after that."

Hearing that, Jessie sighed and said, "I'm afraid we don't have much time. It may be too late to do any fixes later."

Fixes were different from putting on full makeup; it would be troublesome if she cried.

"But look at her; will she break down?"

The makeup artist sighed.

"Who would've guessed this would happen? It was supposed to be a splendid day."

As soon as her voice fell, they could hear a set of steady footsteps approaching the dressing room. The door opened, and a man's deep voice reverberated.

"How's your makeup going?"

The familiar voice rushed into Mashauva's ears, and her eyes could not help but widen further. Her heartstrings tightened, and her body trembled

violently.

Mashauva's back faced him when Bruno entered, and Jessie and her assistant stood afar, wary. Immediately, he could tell something was off. With that, he moved forward, Mashauva's back still facing him as he asked, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he spoke, Mashauva threw herself at him and burst into a loud cry.