Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1352

Brielle stood just outside the kitchen, hesitant to let Dustin handle everything by himself.

"Hey, which veggies do you need washed? I can help out," she offered.

Dustin's voice was gentle, filled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from him at the thought of cooking his first meal for his sister. It was as if every cell in his body was soaking up the joy. "No need, I've already asked the butler to get everything we need. Why don't you go hang out with little Zak? I'll have everything ready in no time."

Brielle, touched by his gesture, leaned against the doorframe.

"Bro, you're the best."

As Dustin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale wrists, the corners of his mouth lifted at her words.

"Of course. Once you've got all your memories back, we should take that diamond-studded plane that's been sitting at the North American airport for ages. I really want to see you flying it."

"I'll definitely take a ride!" Brielle promised.

Dustin chuckled, realizing he knew this version of Brielle but not the one from before she was twenty. Seeing her so lively was a pleasant surprise.

Brielle then settled back on the couch, occasionally glancing towards the kitchen. She had some vague memories of conversations suggesting that Dustin was a good cook, but she couldn't recall ever tasting his food. She wondered what he would come up with. Meanwhile, King sat beside her, holding her gently but with a hint of worry in his tone.

in case the food is

figure King had to impress. What if Brielle ended up feeling

it, the more worried he became, even

even if it tastes

like the idea of

your dad out this

he didn't want compensation, he just wanted something

he had made his point, he

your brother. We could take the antacids in advance,

a sideways glance Although she wasn't sure about her brother's cooking skills, she doubted it would be that

a quick check in the kitchen, Brielle didn't want to disturb Dustin. She just

meticulously

His focused expression, coupled with his good

seat, Brielle couldn't help but ask King, "There must be a

days, men who could

as

is really handsome, isn't

King said, his tone carrying a hint of