Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 13

Brielle dismissed the barrage of notifications on her phone with a flick of her thumb, “Patrick, could you stop at the next intersection, please?” Her tone was indifferent, laced with a weariness that seemed to seep into the bir around her.

Through the rearview mirror, Patrick tried to glean some sort of cue from Max’s expression, a sign of what he might be thinking, but his face was impassive. As they reached the crossroads, he obeyed the request and brought the car to a smooth halt.

Brielle clutched the box a little tighter, a flicker of disappointment crossing her mind. She had half-expected Max to ask her to stay, but he remained seated, his demeanor as detached as a statue devoid of emotion.

“Uncle Max, not even a goodbye?” she teased, resting against the window, her long hair falling around her face, making it seem even smaller. Her eyes caught the reflection of the vibrant streetlights, beautiful and clear. She was just joking, and before waiting for a response, she walked across the pedestrian walkway, carrying her box.

Max watched her in silence, his gaze lingering long after she’d faded from view.

She was like a wounded animal, licking its injuries alone, trying to bristle with soft spines to protect the last remnants of its.dignity amidst the turmoil.

Brielle walked with her back straight, only slowing her pace when she was out of the reach of that penetrating gaze.

Her apartment was close by. The chill of the evening breeze was just what she needed. Hope only bred greater disappointment.

The ringtone of her phone cut through her thoughts. It was Spencer calling this time. Anxious about not receiving an apology from her, his impatience was palpable.

Brielle snorted softly and promptly blocked his number.

Soon after, Lillian’s call came through. Probably Spencer again. Those two were inseparable. Another number blocked.

her inbox instead, an offer letter for the position

slightly, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she read and reread

message.

she being offered Spencer’s

replied with a simple question mark. There was a hint of trepidation,

16.05

Imagining him with a stern face, typing each word of this email. Brielle’s lips curved up, and she quickly saw

–[Reward.]

terse response, yet it oddly warmed

this you

as if the world was celebrating with fireworks. She had left feeling suffocated, and now she had an opportunity to return and turn the tables. She wasn’t about to let it slip

the Dorsey and Haywood families could wait. For now, the thrill of

was surprised to receive another

years with the

Spencer was nothing, not

Uncle Max, I am ready to devote

the message with a sense of mischief, enjoying this odd

and ordered

out of the shower, the doorbell

the delivery person, she wrapped a towel around her hair and opened the door. The man

the collar barely hiding the

was he