Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 109

[Mr. Dorsey, can we do this later?] Brielle sent the message just as she stepped into the restaurant.

Kenzo was sitting in a corner, his pale fingertips resting lightly on the glass tabletop, almost dazzling in their whiteness.

Brielle had always known that Kenzo was a man of great poise. Back at Beaconsfield College, there was a daily queue of admirers eager to confess their feelings to him, but Kenzo always gently turned them down.

He was different from Max. Max seemed unapproachable, so distant that closeness felt like a luxury.

Kenzo, on the other hand, felt close, so close you thought you could reach out and touch him. Yet, he was like warm water flowing through your fingers, moving on without pause, leaving only the memory of heat on your skin.

“Sorry for the sudden invite, Kenzo. Did I mess up your plans?” she asked as she approached.

Kenzo looked up, smiling warmly, “Being invited by you is an honor.”

He stood up to pull out a chair for her, then gentlemanly handed her the menu. “Choose whatever you like.”

Brielle pushed the menu back to him, “Kenzo, you order. I’m not picky.”

Kenzo didn’t insist. He ordered unagi eel glazed in a rich sauce and a foie gras sushi roll.

“Kenzo, are you planning to write another script this year?”

As the most talented playwright around, Kenzo’s previous scripts had launched many a star’s career. Some were catapulted straight to A–list status, thanks in no small part to Kenzo’s writing. His standing in the

less than Max’s in the

to craft a mystery this

back, hands clasped in front of him, the picture of ease.

ordered a steak for herself, “I’ve seen your drama series

you haven’t changed

paths at Beaconsfield College when Brielle was graduating and Kenzo had

the library, often nearly getting locked in. It was during one of those late nights that Kenzo appeared, umbrella in hand, walking through

as Kenzo looked up, key to the library in hand.

eleven, way beyond closing time, but with the downpour, she had no choice but to wait for

shelter from the rain. I need to

suited Brielle

website. Kenzo knew her as diligent, earnest,

ordered a juice, “I have changed, actually.

same.”

today? Want to visit

text from Max. Right on cue, her phone

to, but Mr. Dorsey unexpectedly asked me to prepare some documents.

Max is really

spoke, her phone rang

I’ve got to take

ID flash “Sugar Daddy” – a name she’d whimsically assigned in a moment of madness. Now, with Kenzo’s eyes on her, she felt

answered.

“Mr. Dorsey.”