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?”

the apple of your eyes. If she asked, you’d probably say yes.” Everyone in the Barnes

wasn’t to use the script to get you to dump

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

“To seduce you.”

drink, coughing so hard her face turned crimson, and tears

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

her mind. Why couldn’t she just be happy with whatever Michael arranged? Why send her

as when her colleagues caught her kissing Max that morning. To make matters more awkward, her sweater was

I need to use the

the private booth, heading down the hall to the restroom she remembered

by on the other side. Her steps faltered. Max was supposed

entered another 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

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Annie was because of the photos her colleagues had shown her earlier. The woman’s

know how to live it up, coming to a place like this for a dame. You rejected all those women I sent you way back when and even mocked me

head, his tone

seemed Max hadn’t lost out this time. “I hear Miss Annie has secured a teaching position at Harvard. No wonder you’re so protective. But then, I’ve also

Max for over a decade: That woman looks a bit like me, but that’s the only reason he fell for her so easily.

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