Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Chapter 43: Why Not Marry Me

Diana eyed strangely at Brooklyn who was lying while she strapped her seat beat.

She tried to recall Mirabelle coming to her for a customized perfume and Brooklyn requesting for her accompaniment in the afternoon. With her keen sense of smell…. Together with the question he had just asked her.

Diana pursed her lips. It seemed that everything was coming together in her mind.

For the matter of Mirabelle asking for her to concoct a perfume, she could interpret it as her wanting to attract Brooklyn’s attention using that scent.

However, when she put together Brooklyn’s question today and asking her to accompany him this afternoon as a superior, everything was pointing at one conclusion.

Diana’s eyes slowly expanded.

Could it be?

She looked up at this indifferent man who had his lips pressed into a line, and her face was incredulous.

“Mr. Brooklyn, could it be that… you need perfume to help you to rest?”

Diana’s soft voice came with a hint of uncertainty.

She didn’t have much evidence, so she couldn’t be too sure of her own deduction.

Brooklyn’s palms which were clasping the steering wheel went hard for a moment.

But very soon, he returned to his normal self and his dark eyes were focused in the front direction.

It seemed that this woman by his side was smarter than she looked.

“You come to that conclusion?” Brooklyn asked.

“If I connect the dots about Ms. Moss’ job request and your request and question towards me, I do indeed come to that deduction.” Diana answered truthfully.

She never thought that Brooklyn would need perfume to help him relax. It was no wonder he needed her to sleep with him every noon.

She initially thought that her outstanding features were the reason for his unreasonable requests, but from what she could conclude now… the real reason lied in the scent her body gave off.

feeling a little

scent that you

body is

a little

really think that she was a foolish little kid? Mirabelle’s job

perfumes left behind by Harley back then could ease Brooklyn’s insomnia, but to concoct a perfume with the same effects was an

Powell, I know that I smell good too, but it’s not easy to create a perfume with the exact same smell. If you really

eyelids as he glanced at this woman jokingly making that

someone who always brought up marriage so

fluttered slightly as he spouted a few cold and harsh

“In your dreams.”

Diana, “…”

won this time. What

…

a famous megastore

place for luxury shops

that lied in the heart of

skilful perfuming services, one had to have a

families living in the

a stroll here, but it was a

owners, managers and employees

few steps back to wait for those meaningless exchanges between them to

there something you want to enlighten us about?” The owner of the

and curled up his lips, “I am helping my partner

behind Brooklyn now, and he

she was Mr. Powell’s fiancée, it was very rare for him to bring any

inform them about female artists visiting and that the bill would be covered

time that he was bringing a woman to the mall to choose a gown so publicly!

being cast on Diana by

a pair of

chin was chiselled, a very typical oval,

was good as she was sporting a pair

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