Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1373

Irene held onto him quietly for a moment before forcing a smile.

"I'm exhausted. I think I'll head back to rest."

Bryan didn't say anything, but he couldn't help noticing her slightly unsteady walk, his frown deepening.

She had only taken a few steps when he suddenly scooped her up from behind.

Bryan lived just above Tequila Sunset. He'd been taking on risky jobs for years and had made more than enough money, so he had booked a room at Tequila Sunset for six months straight. Now, as he carried Irene in his arms, a small smile played on her lips, and she quietly leaned against his chest.

When they reached the room, he knelt to take off her shoes, his demeanor almost reverent.

Irene was indeed exhausted, not wanting to move a muscle, but seeing him kneeling by the bed brought back memories of similar moments from the past.

When Bryan looked up, he saw her gazing at him with deep, affectionate eyes, but he knew they weren't meant for him.

She was looking through him, at someone else―001.

A frown briefly crossed his face as he held her delicate foot in his hands.

"Ms. Irene?"

"Hmm?"

"What kind of person was 001?"

She seemed so free-spirited, so unrestrained, it struck him as odd that she'd invest so much emotion in one man.

she

pull her foot back, but Bryan let go, understanding her reluctance

it

Irene finally said, "He was

way to turn off the light, his lips twitching

like him. I'm not earnest. Betraying Fisher was a moment's decision, and betraying you

the light and lay beside her, only to feel her

"I'm not afraid."

Irene held on tightly.

it would be her own fault,

hundred life-or-death missions couldn't make up for

"I'm really not afraid."

inexplicably. He couldn't understand her; she was only using him as a stand-in, yet she was so deeply

"Let's sleep."

indeed sleepy, snuggling into his

get

dinner, and it was already evening, her schedule completely flipped. Several sets

and after eating, headed down to

more approachable after Irene's demonstration the

mimicked Irene, caressing his

he just glanced at her, smiled, and withdrew

"Your drink, ma'am."

to

their lips away with his palm, the woman's lips pressing into his hand before she reluctantly

top, took a seat at the bar and