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.

deep and steadfast; otherwise, she

let go, understanding her reluctance to respond. "Need a

bathroom, and once it was ready,

Irene finally said, "He was like

to turn off the light,

not earnest. Betraying Fisher was a moment's decision, and betraying you in the future might be just

the light and lay beside her, only to feel

"I'm not afraid."

Irene held on tightly.

would be her own fault, not his. He

life-or-death missions couldn't make up for now,

"I'm really not afraid."

was only using him as a stand-in,

"Let's sleep."

sleepy, snuggling into his embrace, and drifted

get

schedule

an outfit, and after eating, headed down

the previous day. The women trying to flirt with

mimicked Irene, caressing his hand

at her, smiled,

"Your drink, ma'am."

tried to kiss

palm, the woman's lips pressing into

a seat at the bar and ordered the most