Master of his heart

Chapter 662

Chapter 662

Kenzo awatted her hand away and dabbed at his lips with the tips of his fingers. It was then that Brielle realized she had overstepped, and she quickly apologized. “Sorry, Kenzo Kenzo’s face remained serene as he brought a hand to his temple. “I noticed you hadn’t shown up. so i came to check on you. You look a bit pale. Have you been drinking too much?”

“I just had a few glasses of fruit wine. I’m not that far gone.”

They returned to the private room, and the scent of alcohol still clung to Brielle. She had forgotten why she had visited the restroom, and her mind felt hazy,

Kenzo glanced at her sweater, still damp with the spilled wine. “Aren’t you going to dry it off?”

Brielle looked up, her thoughts slow to catch up. When she realized what he meant, she quickly waved him off with a smile. “It’s alright.”

She took a seat and chatted with Kenzo about the script for a while, took a few more drinks, and then began to stare blankly at the spread on the table, not touching a bite.

Kenzo picked up some food with the serving utensils and offered it to her. “Not hungry?”

It was only then that Brielle felt a hint of clarity return. She wasn’t sure if it was the effect of the wine or the heat in the room, but her palms were sweaty, and she felt an indefinable ache–everything felt off.

she was articulate and sharp, not showing any signs of inebriation. She finished the entire bottle

her, then, with downcast eyes, said softly, “You should eat

managed a foggy smile. “Yeah,

she ate, taking small, careful bites and chewing slowly so as

although she did seem to

wine.

like it, I’ll ask the owner to pack a few bottles for you to

you, Kenzo. That would

“Brielle, you’re drunk.”

Maybe so.

setting down his wine glass and watching her as she rested her head on the table, revealing a small profile. Her cheeks and ears were flushed, her eyelashes long–she appeared so soft

International, the president

bent down to take a closer look, speaking softly. “Brielle?”

She didn’t stir.

called the owner to settle the tab and asked for

Brielle out.

sauntering down the hallway. A frown creased

behind her back, exuding an air of girlish naivety. The man known as Murray

is your friend, after all. You got an imposer and stirred up trouble between him and Brielle. If he finds out, I’m afraid…”

stop worrying. It’s just a bit of fun. Everyone says I look like Brielle,

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