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.”

ordered unagi eel glazed in a rich sauce

to write another

talented playwright around, Kenzo’s previous scripts had launched many a star’s career. Some were catapulted straight to A–list status,

no less than

I want to craft a mystery this time, so I went

leaned back, hands clasped in front of him, the picture of ease. “You

“I’ve seen your drama

you haven’t changed a bit.”

was graduating

getting locked in. It was during one of those late nights that Kenzo

Kenzo looked up, key to the library in hand.

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

unlocked the library door, “Come in and take shelter from the rain. I need to do some research, might be here all

suited Brielle just

her thesis showcased on the university website. Kenzo knew her as diligent, earnest, and

have changed,

same.”

chuckled, “Any other plans today? Want to visit the set after we’re done here?”

about the filmmaking process tempted her to accept, but then she remembered the text from Max. Right on cue, her phone pinged

Dorsey unexpectedly asked me to prepare some documents. I have to go back and work overtime.”

Max is really squeezing