Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

As Max remained standing, Brielle thought he might find the cramped space uncomfortable. After all, the clientele of this little diner were mostly students from Beaconsfield College, crowding around tiny tables with just a couple of bar stools each.

She was about to suggest moving somewhere else when she noticed he had already taken a seat.

To the scattered students around, a man in a suit was a rare sight here, especially one as handsome as Max.

However, Brielle's face wasn't unfamiliar to them. She had been the talk of the town on social media over the past few days.

Someone whipped out a cell phone, aiming for a snapshot, but was quickly stopped.

The reason was simple: Beaconsfield College had officially defended Brielle, proving her record was spotless, and she was an alumnus.

With Brielle at the center of a media storm, they knew it wasn't the time to post pictures online, which would only draw unwanted attention to the school.

"Put the phone away. Let's eat before it gets cold. She's our senior, the legend from the finance department."

"I'm just curious about the guy with her. He's so good-looking. They look so cute together."

Their whispers were quiet enough that Brielle didn't hear them.

The diner owner brought over two corn dogs with a hearty smile and complimented Max again. "Young man, you look so healthy and handsome?"

Max, unaccustomed to such praise, paused for a moment before replying politely, "Thank you."

The owner giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh my, not just a pretty face, but a charming voice too. Of course, Brielle is gorgeous as well. You two make a lovely couple. Come back often. I won't even charge you."Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The diner owner's warmth was overwhelming, and Brielle, worried Max might feel out of place, pushed the corn dog towards him. "Dig in. These are homemade, fresh, and they don't skimp on size."

Max had never tried anything like it before. He took one bite under her expectant gaze. The meat was fresh, and the portion was generous. One bite and he was content.

"How is it?"

"Not bad at all."

Their conversation was brief.

Max stopped when he noticed she wasn't eating. "You should eat too."

Brielle merely propped her cheek in her hand, watching him eat with such deliberation, and found it delightful.

After they finished eating, Brielle attempted to pay, but the owner refused to take her money and insisted she come back on the day of the school's centenary celebrations.

Brielle, feeling awkward, agreed to return.

As she and Max left, the owner continued to rave to other customers. "Oh, he's so handsome. Did you see his lashes? They're like fans."

Several hundred meters away, Brielle stopped and turned to Max.

He maintained his cool demeanor,

bathed in the evening sunlight that dappled through the small grove Beyond it lay the Beaconsfield College library, once her favorite haunt.

"That's the library, it has the richest collection of books. I used to love spending time there."

Entry required a student card, and she was no longer a student, so she could only gaze from a distance.

Approaching the library with Max, she had barely begun to share more when she spotted two figures walking side by side not far off.

One was Kenzo, the other, the dean of Beaconsfield College.

Kenzo wore a light smile, chatting with the dean who patted his shoulder in a gesture of approval before departing.

"Kenzo?" Brielle called out, and Kenzo turned around, his eyebrows raising slightly upon seeing them.

"What brings you here?"

After a brief pause, his gaze shifted to Max, eyebrows arching even higher.

Brielle felt a twinge of

embarrassment, remembering Kenzo was also a Beaconsfield alum. With the centenary approaching, he was likely on the guest list, probably invited by the school leadership to come early.

She recalled her first meeting with Kenzo-it too had been in the library.