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.

stack of cash on the counter,

pocketing the

several women were snapping photos, all excited about the new bartender. Handsome, with an air of elegance, and on his first night, he

Beaconsfield's elite, and Bryan had caught the eye of many. Yet, whether through overt flirting or

entrance, the dance floor's energy surged,

eyes, however, were fixed on

with a woman who was blatantly propositioning him, offering a million a month for his companionship. He declined with

she flashed a check for half a million. "How about half a

air and walked out from behind

pulsating lights of the dance

a dance partner, and the two of them moved together in

feverish, and chaotic

shifted, the woman wrapped her arms around Bryan's

his arms

but his gaze was locked on Irene, who danced like a wild rose exuding a

wine, the fragrance, permeated the

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

others, but in that moment, their souls