Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife

Brooklyn Powell looked at her. He didn’t move away from his eyes which made Dianna Moss feel creepy.

Actually, Dianna wasn’t very sure, to help Brooklyn make a perfume that can help him sleep wasn’t simple. The undeniable reality was that different people made different perfumes. The type of perfume she made might be functional to Brooklyn but it might lose its function after some time. 

The best way to guarantee his sleep was to allow the perfumer consistently to mix the perfume for him to make him rest soundly. 

Brooklyn smiled out of no reason, he shifted his head and his eyes fell on Dianna’s hand. 

She would be nervous as well. 

Brooklyn appeared to be feeling better a bit, and his long fingers tenderly tapped on the arm of the couch. 

"Would you like to lay down with me constantly, including tonight?" 

Brooklyn appeared to grin, with a purposeful smile at the edge of his lips. 

He had as of late found that this lady next to him, in spite of the fact that she liked to pretend, but still would get mad for specific things. 

For instance, presently, after he finished speaking, Dianna resembled a little hedgehog, and at this point, she was not able to stay calm anymore. 

"Mr. Powell, that would only happen in your dream!" The slim leaf-liked eyebrows were raised high, as she looked angry but looked flirtatious. 

Dianna would not realize how coquettish her look was right now. 

"The effect of the perfume I made for you before might need you to test it yourself when you are back. The effect may change sooner or later, and after the dozing effect dies down, I'll help you make another one." 

Dianna said as she took out the perfume from the bureau and gave it to Brooklyn. 

"The perfume I made would assure you a long period of soothing rest, in exchange of not participating in the competition. You would definitely be the one who was benefited, wouldn’t you, Mr. Powell?" 

Brooklyn didn't hurry to answer Dianna and was playing with the perfume bottle in his grasp between his fingers. 

The extremely small container was containing around thirty milliliters of perfume.

"Just a tiny bottle?" Brooklyn said after about a minute of tinkering with the motion.

The edges of Dianna's mouth twitched just a little.

She wasn’t a perfume producer, thirty milliliters wasn’t little for her.

"Don't worry, Mr. Powell, as long as you think the result is excellent, I’ll prepare the second bottle for you!" Dianna softly rolled her eyes at him.

…

his office as he was tapping his hand

office was still on, he couldn't help but softly knock on the door and inquire, "Mr. Powell, isn't you

came to a halt on the keyboard, and his long fingers rested on his lips and signalled Harper to keep

to looked aside, but he didn't

and looked aside. He

have to stay here tonight to accompany Anna Miller

what happened the following second was that Brooklyn pressed the last word then

over himself, stepped in front

met Brooklyn’s eyes before

get off work," Brooklyn

the office, she fell asleep immediately, but she did not expect that Brooklyn

the usage

a sleepy

was puzzled and

Mr. Powell and Anna signalling each

stunned and dropped his

and there was a faint

evening, add a few drops to the air

Brooklyn gave the order.

Brooklyn, the maid nodded and

been suffering from insomnia for six years and had always relied

obvious this bottle was not Mirabelle’s, and she was not sure where the young master got

and returned after finishing

laid back on the bed as

to say anything further and exited

not require me to accompany him tonight?" Mirabelle tightened her grip

in the air purifier,

Mirabelle was shocked.

quickly moved her lips: "Is there a fresh perfume? How could I have missed this?

was a feeling

age, her tone

scrambled to find a reason

young master requested, Miss Moss, if

considered it and softly knocked on

I'm Mirabelle, and I'd