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

was no less than Max’s in the business

pondering. I want to craft a mystery this time, so

the picture of ease. “You probably don’t have time for TV, right? You’ve been busy since school days.”

herself, “I’ve seen your drama series from last year. It

changed a

paths at Beaconsfield College when Brielle was graduating and Kenzo had

in the library, often nearly getting locked in. It was during one of those late nights that

greeted him, as Kenzo looked up, key to the library

was past eleven, way beyond closing time, but with the downpour, she

from the rain. I need to do some

suited Brielle

university website. Kenzo knew her as

“I have changed, actually. It’s you

same.”

chuckled, “Any other plans today? Want to visit the set after we’re done

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

asked me to prepare some documents. I have to

a weekend? Max is really squeezing his

her

to take this

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

answered.

“Mr. Dorsey.”