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.

pouted while feeling

you tell me what kind of scent that you fancy? That way, I can specially concoct

“The scent on your body is just the right one. Are you able to

was a

foolish little kid? Mirabelle’s job request last time must be the reason she

didn’t know how the bottles of perfumes left behind by Harley back then could ease

same smell. If you really love this smell, why not just marry me? With me by your side, you can rest whenever you

as he glanced at this woman jokingly making

someone who always brought up marriage so casually, how

spouted a few cold and harsh

“In your dreams.”

Diana, “…”

he won this time. What

…

was a famous megastore in

place for luxury shops and shops selling custom-made high-class

was a career that lied in the heart

for skilful perfuming services, one had to have a sharp sense of smell all the

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

a stroll here, but it was a different sight to come here with

up as he watched the owners, managers

back to wait for those

Is there something

his lips, “I am helping my partner to choose a

behind Brooklyn now, and he

was Mr. Powell’s fiancée, it was very rare for him to bring any other woman as his partner

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

was bringing a woman to the mall to choose

searching gaze being cast on Diana by the owner of

was covered partially by a pair of

was chiselled, a very typical oval,

was good as she was

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