Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1450

Kailee's face turned sour, almost like she was about to throw a fit. But seeing all the people around, she held it in.

"Ha, you must be kidding, right?" she said, but when she noticed Clara's equally sour expression, she felt a rush of satisfaction. Clara's hand, which had been hanging by her side, slowly clenched into a fist. How on earth did these two know each other? Back in high school, she'd never seen Lewis and Kailee say even a word to each other. Seeing them so chummy now made her wonder if Kailee was really one of Lewis's exes.

Quickly regaining her composure, she turned to Lewis. "Kenzo, Kailee isn't your ex-girlfriend, is she?"

"No," he replied instantly, making Kailee roll her eyes in frustration.

"Right, no. My taste back then couldn't have been that bad. If anything, I had a crush on King," she quipped, handing her card to a nearby waiter. "Check, please."

Just then, Lewis pulled out his own card. "You helped me with that penalty fee yesterday, so it's only fair I treat you today, Kailee. Don't be shy."

His smile was maddening, and Kailee was seething inside, itching to wipe that smug look off his face. The other women present had mixed reactions, especially Clara, who managed a strained smile.

"Kenzo, even if she's not an ex, she must be a friend, right? How did you two meet?" Clara pressed on.

Kailee hesitated, thinking back to her first encounter with Lewis. It wasn't anything memorable. She lowered her lashes, still puzzled over how she could have been so foolish as to date Lewis back then.

Her silence stretched, but Lewis filled it. "Sophomore year, during the school festival."

Kailee was known for her poor memory, as Joseph often teased, her mind couldn't hold onto much. When Clara asked, she genuinely couldn't recall, but Lewis's reminder jogged her memory. He had been the emcee, and she was there to play the violin. With no friends around, she was left to change her outfit alone backstage when the zipper got stuck. Desperate, she called out to Lewis, who had just come off stage, for help.

Lewis, popular and handsome, seemed an unlikely savior.

"Kenzo, can you help me with my dress? I'm up next and can't get this zipper up."

Facing away, her entire back exposed, she didn't think much of it in the western context. Lewis's cool fingers brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. They weren't even in the same class, and Kailee only knew of him by reputation.

When the zipper finally closed, she breathed a sigh of relief, ready to dash off, but his grip on her wrist stopped her.