Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Mr. Haywood, still feeling under the weather?" Brielle's head throbbed intermittently, likely a lingering effect the doctor had warned her about.

"It's nothing, just a slight delay on my part. My bad," Donny immediately felt a wave of guilt. Ever since Mr. Haywood joined Stellar Stage Entertainment, he had been a standout, and now that he was recuperating, Donny regretted rushing him. Brielle stood up, ready to head out, but her phone rang. It was Aubree, talking about buying a house.

Their current project was wrapping up quicker than expected. Aubree and Ricardo were naturals, and their scenes had flowed smoothly from the start.

As John put it, once the camera started rolling, they became their characters flawlessly.

Aubree's old place was sold, and staying there indefinitely wasn't an option.

Brielle assured Donny, "I'll meet with the celebrity first thing tomorrow morning."

"Good, Mr. Haywood. I trust you. But remember, he's got a temper. If things get heated, make sure to look after yourself." Brielle mulled over his words carefully and nodded.

Aubree had her eye on a property in Pearl Estate, but no homes there were on the market.

move in with me. My place is big enough,"

Aubree's next comment was unarguable. "I'm not keen on

flushed crimson, unable to stammer out a

later, they settled on a villa in an upscale neighborhood, costing twice as much as Pearl Estate. It was a favorite among Beaconsfield's elite. Considering Aubree's rising star in showbiz and the inevitable paparazzi, a secure place

last-minute call from Mason about an urgent

settling into her new villa, ordering furniture, and hiring cleaners. By evening, she drove her

days, which suited her just

the place. Upon opening the door, she was met with darkness; the curtains were drawn tight, blocking out

furrowed as she

cleaning service. When she lived with Andrew, she did all the cleaning. Andrew, the high-and-mighty type, wouldn't even know how to pour detergent into the

on it, quickly moving to the bedroom. The curtains were shut tight there too. When she opened the wardrobe, everything was neatly arranged. Aubree could clean and cook, but folding clothes was another story. Most

rest piled below.

men in