Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1377

Jaired was just about to grab a couple of mates for a night out at the pub when he heard some noise at the door. His eyes lit up, and he hurried over to open it.

But before he could reach it, the door swung open, revealing Irene and Bryan standing there.

Irene, looking utterly exhausted, was cradled in Bryan's arms. She gave Jaired a quick glance before turning her gaze back to Bryan.

"I'm hungry," she said softly.

The sweetness in her voice made Jaired's skin crawl. It was hard to reconcile this gentle, soft-spoken woman with the fierce Irene he knew, who could tear her enemies apart with her bare hands. Bryan looked at Jaired. "Got anything to eat?"

Something about Bryan's presence made Jaired head to the kitchen almost reflexively. But as he realized what he was doing, he wished he could chop off his own legs for betraying him.

Behind him, Bryan's voice carried over. "Make some extra soup, will ya? I'm starving too."

"Sure," Jaired replied.

As he entered the kitchen, he caught a glimpse through the open door of Bryan setting Irene down on the couch. Irene laughed and looped her arms around Bryan's neck, seemingly amused by something only they knew. Bryan also cracked a smile, tenderly stroking her nose, causing her to sweetly lower her hands.

he watched any longer, he

he was about to start on the main

a hand with

stiffened. "Rinse the veggies, would

vegetables. Jaired had only made a casual comment and didn't actually expect Bryan to help. Now, feeling somewhat awkward, he pretended to focus intently on the

the kitchen, Jaired could only manage simple comfort

the cleaned lettuce on the chopping board, he said, "You've had

sudden

looked up, noticing Jaired seemingly crying, and turned on the exhaust

smoke... This damn fan should've been replaced ages ago. It's choking me, all smoky

with tomatoes, and chuckled softly. "Let's get

pretending it was indeed the smoke.

the young master of the Riddle family meant

renovate the place too. Could we turn it into a love nest for me and Ms. Irene?" The spatula Jaired was holding clattered to the

out on too many years. I don't want to

house, after all. It wasn't about not wanting to let go. After all, this was his

get some guys to work on