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."

blocking the door and not understanding

irritated over this little broadcaster. Because of

I mentioned you in my live stream that Leona targeted you." Seeing Emma's face, Brielle's mind flashed with images, and he nodded. "I'm

for a vase but couldn't find one. Then her eyes landed on Dustin's fingertips, holding a vase. Her face immediately turned

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

the flowers tightly, her lips sealed shut. Brielle, sitting on the bed, was surprised to see Dustin teasing a new broadcaster like

Dustin approached, taking the roses. Emma wouldn't let go, and he chuckled lightly. "I've come over, why

did she let go,

roses, Dustin noticed she was also carrying a hefty fruit

like it weighed a ton. What kind

the fruit basket down, politely telling Brielle, "Mr. Haywood, I bought this fruit basket for you, hoping

for some reason, felt somewhat superfluous, knowing these two were here for him but feeling out of place all the same Ah, thanks, Emma. Take a seat. You must be tired after carrying

had indeed come by taxi. Seeing Dustin there, she had initially wanted to drop and

a nearby fruit

into a piece of art under his fingertips. His peeling was graceful, the peel unbroken and continuous.

"Thanks, bro."