Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1371

Irene got home to find Jaired in the kitchen, whipping up a light chicken noodle soup for her. He sighed in relief when he noticed the marks left by Bryan still on her skin. "Thank God," he thought. He was seriously worried she might run off in pursuit of love and end up in someone else's bed on a whim. It wasn't beyond her-that kind of outlandish behavior.

After gulping down the soup, Irene collapsed on the couch, fast asleep. She knew she had to gear up for another stakeout at Tequila Sunset as soon as it opened its doors for the night. She wouldn't stop until Bryan was begging her to stay, tears and all. The thought alone made Irene smile in her sleep.

Jaired covered her with a blanket, shaking his head in disbelief. "Love turns everyone into fools," he mused. "Myself included, it seems."

He just didn't get it.

Over the last few days, he had been back to the Riddle family estate, buried under an avalanche of tasks they had dumped on him, making his return times unpredictable. But Irene, in her typical fashion, was hopeless at looking after herself. Left to her own devices, she'd trade meals for booze and go on a bender that could very well end her. So, whenever Jaired was around, he made sure to cook something substantial.

"Damn, I must've owed these two big time in a past life," he muttered. "Given another chance, I would've never agreed to swap lives with 001!"

usual. Bryan was on duty tonight, she had found out. He worked four nights a week at the place. Despite the crowd of women at the bar throwing themselves at him for a chance at a

at its center. Dressed in a shimmering silver mini skirt with fringe details, she was a sight to behold. Her body, perfect for the task, twirled and

the sea of people made it unclear

he looking at me? Damn,

I've never seen her around Beaconsfield

her for a month. Gotta ask

music

the pole gracefully, her

around it in her

pausing mid-air to the crowd's roaring approval. Several men made to

of several men to sit at the bar. "Sangria," she ordered, her fiery gaze fixed on Bryan without any hint of shyness. As Bryan mixed her