Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1370

Brielle could barely hold back her laughter. Seriously, could kids get any more hilariously sneaky? Isaac, with the cunning of a seasoned prankster, pushed an entire plate of broccoli towards King.

"Daddy, your favorite, eat up!"

King felt a headache coming on.

Brielle, ever the peacekeeper, slid the plate towards herself. "I'll eat it, little cricket. You have something else."

But King wasn't about to let her suffer through eating those dreaded greens. Swiftly, he grabbed the plate and dumped it into the nearby trash can.

Brielle arched an eyebrow, catching King's mumbled excuse, "Must've been a mix-up in the kitchen. Better not risk it, might give you a stomachache." Talk about being stubborn.

Men and their pride, she thought.

Later that night, at Tequila Sunset.

Irene strutted in, rocking a dangerously short skirt that flaunted her long legs.

As soon as she walked in, her eyes locked onto Bryan, the bartender, dressed in the bar's sleek black uniform, mixing a drink for a woman at the counter.

woman slipped a stack of cash on the counter, briefly

pocketing the

the new bartender. Handsome, with an air of elegance, and on his first night, he had already handled a few rowdy, drunk patrons better than Tequila Sunset's bouncers who

the eye of many.

floor's energy

were fixed on

his conversation with a woman who was blatantly propositioning him, offering

a million to dance with me on the dance floor and share

walked out from

of the dance floor,

dance partner, and the two of them

dim, feverish,

wrapped her arms

reciprocated, his arms

was locked on Irene, who danced like a

wine, the fragrance,

the other kissed one, yet their gazes intertwined, tangled, as

others, but in that