Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Mashauva had originally planned to eat at the cafeteria, but Bruno was now bringing her out for dinner. She wondered where they were heading. The two of them walked on the crowded street. The sky was still bright then; the sun's rays shone partially on the buildings and partially on the road. Holding hands with the person she liked, crossing the crosswalk, passing by various shops on the street, Mashauva's heart felt warmer than the sun itself. "What do you want to eat?" Bruno's gaze fell on her face as he asked, tone indifferent.

Mashauva blushed inexplicably. Shyly, she said, "Anything is fine." "Anything? This one behind you then?" Mashauva nodded without paying attention to what the restaurant sold. In actuality, she thought anything would be delicious as long as she was with him.

Lets go.

With that, Bruno led her in. Only upon entering did Mashauva discover that it was a seafood restaurant that specialized in grilled fish.

Grilled fish? Mashauva immediately regretted nodding so casually. Any food was better than fish. She had never been good at picking out fish bones since she was a child. Because of that, she had a bone stuck in her throat once. She vividly remembered that it was deep in her throat, so she had to be brought to the hospital.

Hence, it had beca trauma for Mashauva.

It happened when she was with the Yardleys, so Bruno knew about it, and he knew she didn't eat fish, so why would he still bring her to a seafood restaurant that specialized in grilled fish? At that thought, Mashauva felt a little aggrieved. Had Bruno forgotten she had a bad experience with fish? After she pondered over it, Mashauva thought that she was mawkish. It had only gotten stuck in her throat once, and it happened when she was a child. Moreover, he was also just a child back then. It shouldn't be surprising that he had forgotten.

Very soon, Mashauva got over it.

After that, a waiter took them to the second floor and guided them to a seat by the window.

"What can I get you two?" Mashauva was about to take the menu when her fingers brushed against it, Bruno had already taken it for himself. To that, she withdrew her hand and said, "You order then, Bruno." Bruno handed the menu to her and turned to the waiter, "Please giveanother menu." "All right." He quickly brought over another menu.

"Take a look and see what you'd like?" What would she like? Since the restaurant specialized in grilled fish, it was a no-brainer to get that. Mashauva flipped through the menu.

"We serve many kinds of fish, with various methods of preparation. What would you like?" When Mashauva heard what the waiter said, she nervously broke out into a cold sweat. She mumbled to the waiter, "Sorry, do you guys only have fish? Is there anything else?" "Of course. If you flip to the back of the menu, there are sside dishes, snacks, fried dishes, and desserts. Oh, the kitchen has cup with a new crayfish dish. Would you like to try it?" Mashauva glanced at the menu and found that they were all high in calories. However, she loved crayfish. She bit her lower lip, steeled herself for a while, then ordered a light vegetarian dish and a couple of sides.

"Miss, would you like to try the crayfish? It's a hit with female customers. Or are you worried that our crayfish isn't to your liking?" "No, it's just that recently..." "Well have one." Bruno spoke up at that.

"Alright." "And one spicy catfish." After that, Bruno ordered a few more dishes. Mashauva listened and realized that they were all her favorites She blinked and whispered, "Bruno, don't order much. It's already late; we won't be able to finish them." "Alright, and fries for two. That's all," Bruno said to the waiter.

"Okay, please wait for a moment," replied the waiter.

After the waiter left, Mashauva could not help but ask, "Bruno, you've ordered too much. What if we can't finish it?" "Can't finish the food?" Bruno raised an eyebrow and looked at her in amusement. "Didn't you love eating the most in the past? Was there ever a meal you couldn't finish?" His words made Mashauva blush inexplicably. He made it sound like she was a glutton. She wouldn't think much of it in the past, but things were different now.

"0- Of course, I won't be able to finish it. My appetite is much smaller now!" To top it all off, Mashauva spoke justly, "I have not eaten more than a bowl of mashed potato for half a year!" It was true. Apart from her milkshake incident, Mashauva had been watching her diet ever since she had decided to lose weight. Oh, how she'd always crave her favorites in the beginning.

However, she no longer felt so as twent by.

Bruno poured Mashauva a glass of water as he said solemnly, "You're not an adult yet. Your body is still growing; it's best if you don't lose weight." Hearing that, Mashauva pouted. "I'll be an adult in half a year. And I'm not losing weight; it's called working out." "Are you afraid that I'll disdain you?" Mashauva was taken aback.

His question was so direct that she was at a loss as to how to answer.

"No, of course not! You don't think I went on a diet because of you, do you?" Bruno, sitting opposite her, raised an eyebrow. He did not need to reply at all but stare at her quietly, and Mashauva would be all over the place.

Sure enough, seeing that he did not am? answer, she explained guiltily. "You're not the reason I'm losing weight, neither am afraid that you would disdain me." Bruno's lips curled up slightly, still not saying anything. Growing anxious, Mashauva cried out, "Bruno! I'm talking to you. Did you hear me?" "Oh, I heard you. Since I'm not the reason behind your resolution, then you don't have to explain yourself. Why are you so worked up?" "I'm not!" She wasn't at first, but after Bruno brought it up, she actually becagitated.

Whenever she panicked, her ears would flush, and seeing so, Bruno knew he had to stop.

"Alright, you're not. I was just kidding. Have swater first. The fish is coming."

Mashauva was in a state of panic after Bruno ribbed her. She still felt embarrassed even after he dropped the matter completely. Fortunately, the waiter cwith their dinner.

As the fish was served with a coal-filled grill rack, it was searing sat next to hot. So Bruno got up searing her, protecting her from the heat with his body. "It's ready." Bruno said faintly, "Can we please have sof the sides first?" With that, the sides came; almost all of them were deep-fried. Looking at them, Mashauva dared not eat them casually.

Deep-fried food was sof the most unhealthy food there was. If she ate them recklessly, it would take her a long tto burn off the calories.

It was best if she endured the temptation.

"I ordered them for you. They'll go to waste you don't eat them." X