Master of his heart

Chapter 661

Chapter 661

She took a sip of the fruit wine, and her eyes sparkled. “Is this the house special, brewed by the owner

himself?”

Kenzo raised an eyebrow, observing her fingertips resting on the glass. The cozy warmth of the room, combined with the pleasure of a favored drink, left her content as a cat curled up in a sunbeam.

She was pristine and poised. Persian cats were known for their standoffish nature, after all.

*Sure, join me for dinner and the script is yours.”

Brielle blinked, hastily setting down her glass. “I can’t just accept that. I’ll pay you whatever the highest bid from the other companies was. I know you’re not hurting for money, but taking this script for nothing wouldn’t sit right with me. I’d feel awkward coming to you for business again.”

“There’s always a next time for business, but my terms might change by then,” Kenzo’s gaze drifted to her fingertips lying gently on the edge of the table. She probably wasn’t used to being in such close quarters with men. Initially tense, her fingers were tight, but after a bit of wine and their long acquaintance, she had relaxed. Her fingertips lightly touched the table, her face adorned with a smile.

“You’re not here on behalf of your sister, are you? Like, asking me to break up with Max or something?”

Kenzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischievous amusement. “Do I seem like that kind of guy to you?”

Alivia has always been the apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone in the Barnes family did seem to revolve around their

it wasn’t to use the script to get you to dump Max.”

Brielle was puzzled. The wine was so delicious she couldn’t help but indulge in

“To seduce you.”

hard her face turned crimson, and

few stray strands framing her face. Now her ear tips were reddened from the coughing, her eyes shimmered like a lake at

just be happy

Kenzo sent a shock through Brielle as intense as when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that morning. To make matters more awkward, her sweater was

me, I need to use the

on the table and opened the door of the private booth,

by on the other side. Her steps faltered. Max was supposed to be finding Annie, so what was he

booth. Whether it was the wine’s aftereffect or her vision blurring, she couldn’t be sure. Peering through the slim gap between the booth’s door and its small window, she saw Max sitting on the center–most couch, Annie nestled against his shoulder,

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because of the photos her colleagues had shown her

from inside. “Mr. Dorsey, you sure know how to live it up, coming to a place like this for a dame. You rejected

head, his tone nonchalant. “Murray, times

secured a teaching position at Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also

outside, Brielle could almost imagine it was her voice that she heard. “I’ve known Max for over a decade: That woman looks a bit like me, but that’s the only reason he fell for her so easily. I don’t mind his fleeting

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