Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1352

Brielle stood just outside the kitchen, hesitant to let Dustin handle everything by himself.

"Hey, which veggies do you need washed? I can help out," she offered.

Dustin's voice was gentle, filled with a warmth that seemed to radiate from him at the thought of cooking his first meal for his sister. It was as if every cell in his body was soaking up the joy. "No need, I've already asked the butler to get everything we need. Why don't you go hang out with little Zak? I'll have everything ready in no time."

Brielle, touched by his gesture, leaned against the doorframe.

"Bro, you're the best."

As Dustin rolled up his sleeves, revealing his pale wrists, the corners of his mouth lifted at her words.

"Of course. Once you've got all your memories back, we should take that diamond-studded plane that's been sitting at the North American airport for ages. I really want to see you flying it."

"I'll definitely take a ride!" Brielle promised.

Dustin chuckled, realizing he knew this version of Brielle but not the one from before she was twenty. Seeing her so lively was a pleasant surprise.

Brielle then settled back on the couch, occasionally glancing towards the kitchen. She had some vague memories of conversations suggesting that Dustin was a good cook, but she couldn't recall ever tasting his food. She wondered what he would come up with. Meanwhile, King sat beside her, holding her gently but with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Little Canary, I've secretly prepared some antacids, just in case the food is tough to swallow. Don't let it show, okay?"

After all, it was the CEO of Infinity Brilliance who was cooking - an important figure King had to impress. What if Brielle ended up feeling sick, and Dustin decided to whisk her away to North America?

The more King thought about it, the more worried he became, even cautioning little Zak beside him.

"Zak, buddy, even if it tastes awful, you can't show it, okay?"

Zak frowned. He didn't like the idea of eating something unappetizing.

"Just think of it as helping your dad out this one time. I'll make it up to you later."

Zak remained unmoved; he didn't want compensation, he just wanted something delicious.

Once King felt he had made his point, he squeezed Brielle's hand.

"After all, it's a gesture from your brother. We could take the antacids in advance, just to avoid any stomach upset."

Brielle gave him a sideways glance Although she wasn't sure about her brother's cooking skills, she doubted it would be that bad. That was her gut feeling.

During a quick check in the kitchen, Brielle didn't want to disturb Dustin. She just stood at the doorway,

watching him meticulously chop et

wash and sauté. His focused expression, coupled with his good looks, could surely make many women swoon.

Returning to her seat, Brielle couldn't help but ask King, "There must be a lot of women who like my brother, right?"

These days, men who could cook were rare.

King, aware that she hadn't recalled Dustin's reputation as North America's most eligible bachelor, replied vaguely, "Probably."

"My brother is really handsome, isn't he?"

"He's okay," King said, his tone carrying a hint of jealousy.

"Really, just okay? But I think he's as handsome as you are."

Hearing that he was on par with Dustin, King softened his stance.

"I didn't finish my sentence earlier. He's okay, I mean, I don't usually judge people's looks. But yes, your brother is definitely top-tier. You should appreciate having such a oking brother."

Brielle nearly burst out laughing.

Three hours later, Dustin presented the dishes with the flair of a state banquet, something you'd expect in Beaconsfield.

King, standing by the table, rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Bro, did you secretly order takeout behind our backs?"

The presentation was impeccable, leaving Dustin momentarily speechless at the insinuation.