Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 188

Sitting beside Andrew, Dustin’s ears pricked up every time Andrew fondly mentioned “Little Canary,” stirring a slight discomfort within him.

Max said that Brielle wouldn’t go, and he took the phone back.

“Mr. Dorsey.”

Loosening the buttons on his tailored suit, a smile danced on Dustin’s lips. “I’m only in Beaconsfield for three days. Surely, Mr. Dorsey, you’re not so petty as to hide your treasures?”

He pulled out a box of matches, specially crafted with tiny red heads and white bodies. With a single strike, a pale flame emerged.

Dustin often preferred matches to lighters; they seemed to hold more character.

Lighting one up, he touched the flame to his cigarette.

Max’s expression turned frosty, his fingers playing absentmindedly with the beads on his wrist. “She’s my little canary, and if I wish to keep her hidden, she stays hidden.

Dustin squinted his eyes. If it wasn’t for Max personally saying such words, he would never believe that someone like Max would care about a woman like this.

He smiled. “Mr. Dorsey, if you’re so intent on caging her, haven’t you considered that your little canary might wish to fly out and explore? I happen to have a far more splendid cage at my place, yet to find its mistress.”

The insinuation was clear: You may see her as a canary, but I could make her a queen.

The air tensed sharply, prompting even Andrew to frown in disapproval.

After a moment of silence, Max hung up the call.

“Seems Mr. Dorsey won’t be in the mood for a

seriously interested in

dismissed Brielle with contempt. “Fun for a fling,

sip of his drink. “Women aren’t commodities to be labeled new or used. If she pleases me, it matters not who she’s been with before. The

down his glass, his mood darkening. Unsure whether Dustin was joking or serious. he didn’t appreciate the thought

speak, the room’s door swung open,

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this booth was usually Andrew’s private spot.

caught her eye and gave her a roguish

“Aubree, why don’t you

a long

heart, wasted no time in pulling Aubree into his embrace.

Clements, sister to Andrew?”

around his glass, fighting an unwelcome twinge of discomfort, “Yes.”

turn down an attractive company

chin, examining her striking features. Her luminous eyes drew

her ear

seethed, her hands clenching

swig, then clasped Aubree’s chin, feeding

and coughing, tears welled up in Aubree’s

closer. “You look much better flushed. Mr.

shifted. He wanted to interject, but

“Whatever you wish,