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

world was no less than Max’s in the business

craft a mystery this time, so I went abroad for

of ease. “You probably don’t

herself, “I’ve seen your drama series

changed a

crossed paths at Beaconsfield College when Brielle was graduating and Kenzo

getting locked in. It was during one of those late nights that Kenzo appeared, umbrella in hand, walking

had greeted him, as Kenzo looked up, key to

the downpour, she had no

door, “Come in and take shelter from the rain. I

Brielle just

Kenzo knew her as diligent, earnest, and clear–headed. And she was

juice, “I have changed, actually.

same.”

other plans today? Want to visit the set after

her to accept, but then she remembered the text from Max. Right on cue, her phone pinged with a new message. She ignored it,

to prepare some documents. I have

is really squeezing his

he spoke, her phone rang again.

got to take this

whimsically assigned in a moment of madness. Now, with Kenzo’s eyes on her, she felt

answered.

“Mr. Dorsey.”