Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1492

"No wedding ring, no girlfriend, like I mentioned last time. His sister is that kind-hearted woman you talked about, Mr. Haywood from Stellar Stage Entertainment." Peyton felt a jolt in her chest and grabbed Emma's arm.

"Emma, I know his sister's a gem, but who knows what the parents are thinking? We're just regular folks, better not to get too carried away. Remember, you taught me not to rely too much on men. Now, as your mom, I'm passing that advice back to you. Don't get too wrapped up with him. My daughter deserves the best, and I'm worried you might feel out of place there."

Emma felt a warmth spread through her, genuinely touched by her mom's independent mindset.

"Mom, don't worry, I won't lose myself in this."

But the next morning, while Emma was still sleeping, the doorbell rang, echoing through the living room. Opening the door, she found Dustin standing there with a bunch of groceries, bright and early at 8 a.m. "Emma, have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, switching to a more familiar tone.

Emma's heart skipped a beat, and she shook her head.

Dustin stepped in, slipping on the same shoes he wore yesterday.

"Where's your kitchen?" he asked casually.

Still a bit dazed, Emma pointed towards it.

Peyton was still snoozing, and the kitchen was empty.

Dustin slipped on the apron he brought and said, "I'll cook here. I've got a meeting at noon, so I'll just have it here. Could you grab the laptop from the living room across from mine?"

The whole situation felt oddly intimate, especially with him cooking.

Emma, taken aback, quickly grabbed his sleeve.

"Mr. Lynch, let my mom handle it. I can't have you doing all this."

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to the living room.

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gestured for her to look