Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1366

Emma's fingers paused, a little surprised, thinking she might have misheard. Dustin cooking?

"Bro, I really miss your cooking. Little Miss Chirpy here won't stop raving about it. Now I get why all your exes can't forget you. Handsome, loaded, and a kitchen wizard? No wonder they all fell for you." A smirk tugged at Dustin's lips as he playfully poked her forehead. "Sweet talker, aren't you?"

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in."

As he said that, Emma appeared at the hospital door, carrying a fruit basket and a bouquet of roses. Seeing the roses, Dustin couldn't help but laugh.

"Little broadcaster, are you visiting a crush? Bringing roses too?"

Emma stiffened, her face turning beet red as she tried to explain, but Dustin had already gotten up and walked over, reaching for the roses.

"They're not for you," Emma quickly said, clinging to them tightly.

Dustin frowned, grinding his teeth a bit. "You're giving them to me, and I don't even want them."

Emma sighed in relief. "That's just perfect."

two blocking the door and not understanding their conversation, called

broadcaster. Because of that ten million? Impossible. Money was just paper

you alright? I came to check on you. I'm sorry, it's all because I mentioned you in my live stream

vase but couldn't find one. Then her eyes landed on Dustin's fingertips,

an eyebrow, lifting the vase higher. "Little broadcaster, if you want it, come

Dustin teasing a new broadcaster like this. His brother was usually

taking the roses. Emma wouldn't let go, and he chuckled

let go, quickly apologizing.

roses, Dustin noticed she was also carrying a hefty fruit basket and chuckled.

looked like it weighed a ton. What kind of strength

fruit basket down, politely telling Brielle, "Mr. Haywood, I bought this fruit basket

somewhat superfluous, knowing these two were here for him but feeling out of place all the same Ah, thanks, Emma. Take a seat. You

car, had indeed come by taxi. Seeing Dustin there, she had initially

a

red, turning into a piece of art under his fingertips. His peeling was graceful, the peel unbroken and continuous. Once done, he handed it

"Thanks, bro."