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.”

eel glazed in a rich

write another

previous scripts 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 standing in

was no less than

pondering. I want to craft a mystery this

the picture of ease. “You probably

“I’ve seen your drama series from last

you haven’t changed a

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

often nearly getting locked in. It was during one

looked

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

from the rain. I need to

suited Brielle

university website. Kenzo knew her as diligent, earnest, and clear–headed. And she was much

ordered a juice, “I have changed, actually. It’s you who’s the

same.”

to visit the set after we’re done

tempted her to accept, but then she remembered the text from Max. Right on cue, her phone pinged with a new message. She ignored it, feeling it impolite to check her phone at that

but Mr. Dorsey unexpectedly asked me to prepare some documents. I

really squeezing his employees, huh?”