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.

hopeless, while the one she was not

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 off for

“No, Mrs. Griffith. I—”

the phone in her hands. “I’ll keep this safe for you. Don’t worry, go enjoy

“No, I—”

“Ah!”

not get to finish her sentence, and she was pushed into

shrieked with her arms flapping around, “Help me! I

Hearing that, Madeline had a bizarre thought. “I don’t know how to swim either. If both of us were to fall

vibes did not

far away from the commotion and only Brendan 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 save

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

him aside. “Stop giving out

and placed a fist against Tara’s chest and used the other hand to pump

twice… Tara’s body kept

coughed out

a long breath and wiped away the sweat on

saying that, she helped Tara to her feet. “Come on, let’s get you a change of clothes. You’re shocked and cold. You should rest in

no one can disturb Yuri and

Madeline gave him a wink, hinting at him to grab

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

he turned around and

——

…

was booming. Charrisa sat in a corner with her legs propped up on the sofa, drinking from the beer in her

the club walked in with a phone in his hands. He shook his head solemnly.

turned their heads

leaving us, right?”

has her ways. It’s only been a few days, and our group is already falling apart,”