Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 662

Kenzo awatted her hand away and dabbed at his lips with the tips of his fingers. It was then that Brielle realized she had overstepped, and she quickly apologized. “Sorry, Kenzo Kenzo’s face remained serene as he brought a hand to his temple. “I noticed you hadn’t shown up. so i came to check on you. You look a bit pale. Have you been drinking too much?”

“I just had a few glasses of fruit wine. I’m not that far gone.”

They returned to the private room, and the scent of alcohol still clung to Brielle. She had forgotten why she had visited the restroom, and her mind felt hazy,

Kenzo glanced at her sweater, still damp with the spilled wine. “Aren’t you going to dry it off?”

Brielle looked up, her thoughts slow to catch up. When she realized what he meant, she quickly waved him off with a smile. “It’s alright.”

She took a seat and chatted with Kenzo about the script for a while, took a few more drinks, and then began to stare blankly at the spread on the table, not touching a bite.

Kenzo picked up some food with the serving utensils and offered it to her. “Not hungry?”

It was only then that Brielle felt a hint of clarity return. She wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the wine or the heat in the room, but her palms were sweaty, and she felt an indefinable ache–everything felt off.

Kenzo thought she might be drunk, but when they discussed the script, she was articulate and sharp, not showing any signs of inebriation. She finished the entire bottle of fruit wine by herself.

Kenzo watched her, then, with downcast eyes, said softly, “You should eat something first.”

Brielle managed a foggy smile. “Yeah, thanks, Kenzo.”

She was as delicate as a kitten when she ate, taking small, careful bites and chewing slowly so as not to spill anything on her clothes.

eat anymore, although she did seem to

wine.

owner to pack

That would be

“Brielle, you’re drunk.”

Maybe so.

and watching her as she rested her head on the table, revealing a small

International, the president of Stellar Stage Entertainment. Her usual icy demeanor was

down to

She didn’t stir.

to settle the tab and asked

Brielle out.

private room, Kenzo spotted Annie sauntering down the hallway. A

tongue playfully, hands clasped behind her back, exuding an air of girlish naivety. The

friend, after all. You got an imposer and stirred up trouble between him and Brielle. If

worrying. It’s just a bit of fun. Everyone says I look like Brielle, and

me.”

demeanor entirely different from her usual

act.

I have to imitate her every day, which is so exhausting. I can’t smile, carry sweets, or even

our boss. If you visit him,

eyes.