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.

…

sat in his office as he was tapping

Gibson finished his job and noticed that the light in Brooklyn's office was still on, he couldn't help but softly knock on the door and inquire, "Mr. Powell, isn't you

the keyboard, and his long

him to looked aside,

head and looked aside.

It appeared like Mr. Powell would have to stay here tonight to accompany Anna

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

suit, put it over himself, stepped in front of Dianna, and tapped his finger on the

before realizing her error and slowly

get off work," Brooklyn spoke

she returned to the office, she fell asleep immediately, but

usage of the effect is not satisfactory, please let me know so

a sleepy

was puzzled and

Mr. Powell and Anna

and dropped

he looked at Dianna’s deep eyes and there

a few drops

Brooklyn gave the order.

maid nodded and placed the perfume in

been suffering from insomnia for six years and had always relied on Mirabelle Moss’

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

returned after finishing everything and said, "Mr. Powell, it's

the bed

not dare to say

me to accompany him tonight?" Mirabelle tightened her grip on the corner

to put fresh perfume in the air purifier, which he presumably just got today." The maid responded

Mirabelle was shocked.

her lips: "Is there a fresh perfume? How could I have missed this? How did you figure out it was a new

was a feeling of impending

her tone softened again: "I mean if the origin of Brooklyn’s perfume

scrambled to find a reason

her voice a bit shaky, "That is also what the young master requested, Miss Moss, if you are worried, you may go

softly knocked on the room's

are you there? I'm Mirabelle, and I'd