Master of his heart

Chapter 109

[Mr. Dorsey, can we do this later?] Brielle sent the message just as she stepped into the restaurant.

Kenzo was sitting in a corner, his pale fingertips resting lightly on the glass tabletop, almost dazzling in their whiteness.

Brielle had always known that Kenzo was a man of great poise. Back at Beaconsfield College, there was a daily queue of admirers eager to confess their feelings to him, but Kenzo always gently turned them down.

He was different from Max. Max seemed unapproachable, so distant that closeness felt like a luxury.

Kenzo, on the other hand, felt close, so close you thought you could reach out and touch him. Yet, he was like warm water flowing through your fingers, moving on without pause, leaving only the memory of heat on your skin.

“Sorry for the sudden invite, Kenzo. Did I mess up your plans?” she asked as she approached.

Kenzo looked up, smiling warmly, “Being invited by you is an honor.”

He stood up to pull out a chair for her, then gentlemanly handed her the menu. “Choose whatever you like.”

Brielle pushed the menu back to him, “Kenzo, you order. I’m not picky.”

insist. He ordered unagi eel glazed in a

write another script this year?”

had launched many a star’s career. Some were catapulted straight to A–list status, thanks in no small part to Kenzo’s writing. His

world was no less than

still pondering. I want to craft a mystery this time, so I went abroad

ease. “You probably don’t have time for TV, right? You’ve been busy since school

herself, “I’ve seen your drama series from

haven’t changed

paths at Beaconsfield College when Brielle was graduating and Kenzo had returned to teach for

one of those late nights that Kenzo appeared, umbrella in hand, walking through

as Kenzo looked up, key to

was past eleven, way beyond closing time, but with the downpour, she had no choice but to wait for the rain

the rain. I need to do some research, might be here

suited Brielle

honors, her thesis showcased on the university website. Kenzo knew her as diligent, earnest, and clear–headed. And she was much the same now.

“I have changed, actually.

same.”

today? Want to

from Max. Right on cue, her phone pinged with a new message. She ignored it, feeling it impolite to check her phone

Mr. Dorsey unexpectedly asked me to prepare some documents. I have to go back and

a weekend? Max is really squeezing