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.”

He ordered unagi eel glazed in a rich sauce and a foie gras sushi roll.

to write another script this

talented playwright around, Kenzo’s previous scripts had launched many a star’s career. Some were catapulted straight to A–list status, thanks in no small part

world was no less than

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

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

your drama series

haven’t changed a

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

long hours in the library, often nearly getting locked in. It was during one of those late nights that Kenzo appeared, umbrella in

she had greeted him, as Kenzo looked up, key to

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

library door, “Come in and take shelter from the rain. I need

Brielle

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

changed, actually. It’s you who’s

same.”

plans today? Want to visit the

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

me to prepare some documents.

is really squeezing his