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

pretty face, but a charming voice too. Of course, Brielle is gorgeous as well. You two make a lovely couple. Come back

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

expectant gaze. The meat was fresh, and the portion

"How is it?"

"Not bad at all."

Their conversation was brief.

when he noticed she wasn't eating. "You

merely propped her cheek in her hand, watching him

to pay, but the owner refused to take her money and insisted she come back on the day of the school's centenary

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awkward, agreed to

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

meters away, Brielle stopped and turned

maintained his

sunlight that dappled through the small grove Beyond it lay the Beaconsfield

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the richest collection of books. I

required a student card, and she was no longer a student, so she could only gaze