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.

cash on

smiled, pocketing the cash

of elegance, and on his first night, he had already handled a few rowdy, drunk patrons better than Tequila Sunset's bouncers who were notoriously

Sunset was a magnet for Beaconsfield's elite, and Bryan had caught the eye of many. Yet, whether through overt flirting or subtle hints, he turned them

dance floor's energy surged, attracting whistles from

eyes, however, were

before returning to his conversation with a woman who was blatantly propositioning

half a million to dance with me on the dance

walked out from behind the

the woman into the pulsating lights of the dance floor, now charged with

two

feverish, and chaotic

the music shifted, the woman wrapped her arms around Bryan's

reciprocated, his

who danced like a wild rose

wine, the fragrance, permeated the

other kissed one, yet their gazes intertwined, tangled, as if their souls kissed

but in that moment, their souls collided,