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 might go blind, so he quickly averted

simmering. As he was about to start on

a hand with

the veggies, would

his surprise, Bryan actually went over to the sink and started washing the vegetables. Jaired had only made a casual comment and didn't

in the kitchen, Jaired could only manage simple

Bryan placed the cleaned lettuce on the chopping board, he said, "You've had it rough

sudden sting

looked up, noticing Jaired seemingly crying, and turned on the exhaust fan. "Smoke getting to

smoke... This damn fan should've been replaced

the pan, containing nothing but the simple scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and chuckled softly. "Let's get a new

indeed

being the young master of the Riddle family

for me and Ms. Irene?" The spatula Jaired was holding clattered to the floor, his

tender. "We've missed out on too many years. I

It wasn't about not wanting to let

some guys to work on it. When's