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.

for 001 seemed deep and steadfast; otherwise, she wouldn't treat him as a stand-in for 001. Irene couldn't

foot back, but Bryan let go, understanding her reluctance to respond.

bathroom, and once it was ready, he carried her in to

said, "He was like you,

on his way to turn

Fisher was a moment's decision,

light and lay beside her, only to

"I'm not afraid."

Irene held on tightly.

he betrayed her, it would be her own fault, not his. He was

missions couldn't make up for now, let alone a mere

"I'm really not afraid."

was only using him as a stand-in, yet

"Let's sleep."

into his embrace, and drifted into a sweet

get

the room was prepared with dinner, and it was already evening, her schedule completely flipped. Several sets women's clothing, more

picked an outfit, and after eating, headed down to

Irene's demonstration the previous day. The women

his hand with her

just glanced at her, smiled,

"Your drink, ma'am."

tried to

palm, the woman's lips pressing into his hand before she

and a crop top, took a seat at the bar and ordered the most expensive