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.

back to Andrew, quite satisfied. “Seems Mr. Dorsey

seriously interested in her? Secondhand goods don’t

for a fling, sure,

she pleases me, it matters not who she’s been

mood darkening. Unsure whether Dustin was joking or serious. he didn’t appreciate the thought of someone poaching

room’s door swung

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expect company: this booth

and gave her a roguish wink..

towards Dustin. “Aubree, why don’t you sit next to Mr. Lynch?

for a long minute before slowly approaching

no time in pulling Aubree into

sister

fighting an unwelcome twinge of discomfort,

an attractive company sent his

chin, examining her striking features. Her luminous eyes drew

path from her ear down her neck

her hands clenching at

swig, then clasped Aubree’s chin, feeding

coughing, tears welled up in

flushed. Mr. Clements, how about she keeps

wanted to interject, but his phone

the matter, “Whatever you wish,