Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

As Max remained standing, Brielle thought he might find the cramped space uncomfortable. After all, the clientele of this little diner were mostly students from Beaconsfield College, crowding around tiny tables with just a couple of bar stools each.

She was about to suggest moving somewhere else when she noticed he had already taken a seat.

To the scattered students around, a man in a suit was a rare sight here, especially one as handsome as Max.

However, Brielle's face wasn't unfamiliar to them. She had been the talk of the town on social media over the past few days.

Someone whipped out a cell phone, aiming for a snapshot, but was quickly stopped.

The reason was simple: Beaconsfield College had officially defended Brielle, proving her record was spotless, and she was an alumnus.

With Brielle at the center of a media storm, they knew it wasn't the time to post pictures online, which would only draw unwanted attention to the school.

"Put the phone away. Let's eat before it gets cold. She's our senior, the legend from the finance department."

"I'm just curious about the guy with her. He's so good-looking. They look so cute together."

Their whispers were quiet enough that Brielle didn't hear them.

The diner owner brought over two corn dogs with a hearty smile and complimented Max again. "Young man, you look so healthy and handsome?"

for a moment before replying politely,

a charming voice too. Of course, Brielle is gorgeous as well. You two make a lovely couple.

warmth was overwhelming, and Brielle, worried Max might feel out of place, pushed the corn dog towards him. "Dig in. These are homemade, fresh,

under her expectant gaze. The meat was

"How is it?"

"Not bad at all."

Their conversation was brief.

she wasn't

hand, watching him eat with such deliberation, and found it

to take her money and insisted she come back on the day of

en

awkward,

Max left, the owner continued to rave to other customers. "Oh, he's so handsome. Did you see his lashes? They're

Brielle stopped

his

grove Beyond it lay the Beaconsfield College library, once her

en

of books. I used to love

a student card, and she was no longer