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.

while feeling

scent that you fancy? That way, I can

and laughed faintly, “The scent on your body is just

a little

she was a foolish little kid? Mirabelle’s job request last time must be

Harley back then could ease Brooklyn’s insomnia, but to concoct a perfume

exact same smell. If you really love this smell, why not just marry me? With me by

up his eyelids as he glanced at this woman

marriage so casually, how could he trust her

slightly as he spouted a few cold and harsh

“In your dreams.”

Diana, “…”

won this

…

mall was a famous megastore in

was a gathering place for luxury shops and shops selling custom-made high-class

a career that lied in the heart of

need for skilful perfuming services, one had to have

was located in an area with wealthy families living in the community, and

she would come to take a stroll here, but it was a different sight to come here with one of the financial backers of this

managers and

to wait for those meaningless exchanges between them to

something you want to

had retreated and curled up his lips, “I am

was standing behind Brooklyn now, and he

since Ms. Moss had declared that she was Mr. Powell’s fiancée, it was very rare for him to bring any other woman as his

the mall to inform them about female artists visiting and that the bill would

that he was bringing a woman to the

gaze being cast on

was covered partially by a pair of sunglasses.

chin was chiselled, a

was good as she was

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