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, "Thank

like a schoolgirl. "Oh my, not just a pretty face, but a charming voice too. Of course, Brielle is gorgeous as well. You two make a lovely couple. Come back often. I

place, pushed the corn dog towards him. "Dig in. These are homemade, fresh,

had never tried anything like it before. He took one bite under her expectant gaze. The meat was fresh, and the portion was generous. One bite and he was

"How is it?"

"Not bad at all."

Their conversation was brief.

she wasn't eating. "You should eat

her hand, watching him eat with such deliberation,

finished eating, Brielle attempted to pay, but the owner refused to take her money and insisted

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rave to other customers. "Oh, he's so handsome. Did you see his lashes?

meters away, Brielle stopped

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