Mr. Powell Is Hunting for His Wife novel Chapter 43

Diana eyed strangely at Brooklyn who was lying while she strapped her seat beat.

She tried to recall Mirabelle coming to her for a customized perfume and Brooklyn requesting for her accompaniment in the afternoon. With her keen sense of smell…. Together with the question he had just asked her.

Diana pursed her lips. It seemed that everything was coming together in her mind.

For the matter of Mirabelle asking for her to concoct a perfume, she could interpret it as her wanting to attract Brooklyn’s attention using that scent.

However, when she put together Brooklyn’s question today and asking her to accompany him this afternoon as a superior, everything was pointing at one conclusion.

Diana’s eyes slowly expanded.

Could it be?

She looked up at this indifferent man who had his lips pressed into a line, and her face was incredulous.

“Mr. Brooklyn, could it be that… you need perfume to help you to rest?”

Diana’s soft voice came with a hint of uncertainty.

She didn’t have much evidence, so she couldn’t be too sure of her own deduction.

Brooklyn’s palms which were clasping the steering wheel went hard for a moment.

But very soon, he returned to his normal self and his dark eyes were focused in the front direction.

It seemed that this woman by his side was smarter than she looked.

“You come to that conclusion?” Brooklyn asked.

“If I connect the dots about Ms. Moss’ job request and your request and question towards me, I do indeed come to that deduction.” Diana answered truthfully.

She never thought that Brooklyn would need perfume to help him relax. It was no wonder he needed her to sleep with him every noon.

She initially thought that her outstanding features were the reason for his unreasonable requests, but from what she could conclude now… the real reason lied in the scent her body gave off.

Diana pouted while feeling a little dejected.

“Mr. Powell, if you need a certain smell to help you relax, why not you tell me what kind of scent that you fancy? That way, I can specially concoct one for you so that you can bring back home for your own use.”

Brooklyn glanced at Diana emotionlessly and laughed faintly, “The scent on your body is just the right one. Are you able to create one with this scent?”

Diana was a little speechless.

Did Brooklyn really think that she was a foolish little kid? Mirabelle’s job request last time must be the reason she could be Brooklyn’s fiancée now.

Although she didn’t know how the bottles of perfumes left behind by Harley back then could ease Brooklyn’s insomnia, but to concoct a perfume with the same effects was an easy feat for Diana.

“Mr. Powell, I know that I smell good too, but it’s not easy to create a perfume with the exact same smell. If you really love this smell, why not just marry me? With me by your side, you can rest whenever you want. Killing two birds with one stone?”

Brooklyn jerked up his eyelids as he glanced at this woman jokingly making that remark.

For someone who always brought up marriage so casually, how could he trust her words?

Brooklyn’s lips fluttered slightly as he spouted a few cold and harsh words.

“In your dreams.”

Diana, “…”

Okay, he won this time. What harsh words?

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The LIK mall was a famous megastore in Sliwell.

This was a gathering place for luxury shops and shops selling custom-made high-class brands.

A perfumer was a career that lied in the heart of the fashion industry.