Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 661

She took a sip of the fruit wine, and her eyes sparkled. “Is this the house special, brewed by the owner

himself?”

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, observing her fingertips resting on the glass. The cozy warmth of the room, combined with the pleasure of a favored drink, left her content as a cat curled up in a sunbeam.

She was pristine and poised. Persian cats were known for their standoffish nature, after all.

*Sure, join me for dinner and the script is yours.”

Brielle blinked, hastily setting down her glass. “I can’t just accept that. I’ll pay you whatever the highest bid from the other companies was. I know you’re not hurting for money, but taking this script for nothing wouldn’t sit right with me. I’d feel awkward coming to you for business again.”

“There’s always a next time for business, but my terms might change by then,” Kenzo’s gaze drifted to her fingertips lying gently on the edge of the table. She probably wasn’t used to being in such close quarters with men. Initially tense, her fingers were tight, but after a bit of wine and their long acquaintance, she had relaxed. Her fingertips lightly touched the table, her face adorned with a smile.

“You’re not here on behalf of your sister, are you? Like, asking me to break up with Max or something?”

Kenzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischievous amusement. “Do I seem like that kind of guy to you?”

“Not really, but Alivia has always been the apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone in the Barnes family did seem to revolve around their little princess.

“Alivia did give me a task, but it wasn’t to use the script to get you to dump Max.”

delicious she couldn’t help but indulge

“To seduce you.”

her face turned crimson,

complexion was glowing, her hair neatly tucked behind her ears with a few stray strands framing her face. Now her ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a lake at

have lost her mind. Why couldn’t she just be happy with whatever

when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that morning. To make matters more awkward, her sweater was now damp with spilled

I need to use the

the door of the private booth, heading

Max passing by on the

entered another booth. Whether it was the wine’s aftereffect or her vision blurring, she couldn’t be sure. Peering through the slim gap between the booth’s door and its small window, she saw Max sitting on the center–most couch, Annie nestled against

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it was Annie was because of the photos her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s outfit was identical

and she instinctively wanted to flee, but she heard a man’s sneering laugh from inside. “Mr. Dorsey, you sure know how to live it up, coming to a place like this for a dame.

rested on Annie’s head, his tone nonchalant. “Murray, times

this time. “I hear Miss Annie has secured a teaching position at Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also heard that Miss Annie isn’t your real preference, Mr. Dorsey. Or is that girl just a stand–in

Max for over a decade: That woman looks a bit

glass in a toast. “Well then, if you’re done with the lady, do you mind if

“Be my guest.”

on Annie as if Brielle were nothing more