Bring Your A Game

Bring Your A Game Mr Chapter 742-Yuri thought it was impolite to continue declining, so she accepted the chicken wing and took a small bite.

“How is it? Delicious, right?” Tara asked excitedly, as if she was the one who made it.

“Yeah, it’s nice,” Yuri replied politely.

Brendan’s face darkened even more at her words. He was sure that she hated him, not the food.

“Brendan is really good with his hands. Since he’s great at making clothes, cooking isn’t a huge problem for him,” Madeline proudly boasted.

“Speaking of which—” Tara continued the conversation. “—I’ve always been a fan of Mr. Brendan’s designs. I didn’t expect you to be so good at cooking, though. Whoever marries you would have such a happy life.”

“Oh, right!” She paused and turned around to grab Brendan’s jacket. “My birthday’s coming up, Mr. Brendan. Can I make a reservation with you to make a gown for me?”

Madeline rolled her eyes at Tara’s question, thinking that no one was interested when Tara’s birthday was. “Brendan’s atelier is packed. I’m afraid he won’t have time for new jobs,” Madeline piped in.

“Oh no, what a shame. I’ve always dreamed of wearing a gown designed by Mr. Brendan for my birthday banquet. Seems like it won’t be happening.” Tara sighed dejectedly and lowered her head.

Meanwhile, Yuri was like an outsider throughout the whole conversation. She was calculating the calories on each bite of the chicken wing as she thought about how much she would need to exercise to burn it off later.

However, Brendan’s eyes were on her all the time. He saw no reaction from her, and his fists tightened in his pockets. Out of spite, he agreed to Tara’s request. “I can do that for you if you require it, Miss Lambert.”

“Really?!” Tara lifted her head at his words. She jumped up excitedly and hugged him. “Oh my God! That’s great, Mr. Brendan. Thank you so much!”

“Ahem! Ahem!” Madeline kept coughing, trying to hint at them to mind their distance.

Noticing her cough, Tara let Brendan go and took a step back. She bit her lips and said shyly, “I’m sorry. I got too excited. Mr. Brendan, please excuse my behavior.”

Yuri was still in her world, thinking about the fashion sketches she had to amend.

At that point, Brendan was burning with rage at her indifference. His rage came and went, but there was nothing he could do.

Madeline looked between Yuri and Tara, and she became frustrated as a result.

was not fond of kept intruding.

making up her mind, Madeline pulled up her sleeves and dragged Tara toward the swimming pool. “I think you’re suffering from a heatstroke. Come here! Go down and cool

“No, Mrs. Griffith. I—”

the phone in

“No, I—”

“Ah!”

get to finish her sentence, and she was pushed into the pool by Madeline with

and shrieked with her arms flapping around, “Help

to swim either. If both of

right—their vibes did not match

was nearby. Sensing that Tara was going to drown, he had no choice but to take off his shirt and jump into the pool to

Tara on the floor. He nonchalantly took a bite off his skewer and said, “She probably needs CPR. Brendan, you should finish the job since you saved

“Stop giving out bad ideas.

placed a fist against Tara’s chest and used the other hand to pump her fist, punching it again and

body kept shaking with

tries, Tara finally coughed out

breath and wiped away the sweat on her forehead. “Your body is too weak.

“Come on, let’s get you

disturb Yuri and Brendan

wink,

they left. He then turned around to look at Yuri, but she avoided

was ignited at her avoidance. So, he turned around and walked

——

…

private booths, the lights were shining, and the music was booming. Charrisa sat in

a moment, a man from the club walked in with a phone in his hands. He shook his head solemnly. “Still not

their heads and

isn’t planning on leaving us, right?” one of the men

few days, and our group is already falling apart,” another man