Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 66

The Haywood residence was a beacon of light in the quiet of Beaconsfield, with Cameron lounging on the plush sofa, poring over some documents. He sensed Lillian’s descent down the grand staircase and set the paperwork aside.

With her lips pursed, Lillian rubbed her eyes, the embodiment of distress.

“Cameron, has the mess been sorted out yet?” she asked tentatively. She was referring to the scandal where Faith had boldly called off her engagement, a move that had left the Haywoods red-faced with embarrassment.

But what could be done? The Haywoods, though a respectable name in the top ten of Beaconsfield’s elite, owed much of their social standing to the favor of the Dorseys. Without the Dorsey influence, the Haywoods were merely wealthy, nothing more.

Lillian perched carefully on the edge of the sofa, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Bri was probably just spouting nonsense the other day. If Faith really does call off the engagement, will the Haywoods…”

Cameron’s gaze drifted to the expanse of skin on her neck, feeling a sudden dryness in his throat. He averted his eyes and adjusted her collar for her. “Don’t worry about it. Even if the engagement is off, the Haywoods won’t crumble,” he reassured her.

“Cameron, did you keep up with today’s auction?” Lillian inquired, switching topics.

He nodded. He’d heard about it, but such events were beyond the Haywoods’ social reach. “Bri was there, but I don’t know who she went with. I’m always concerned she might fall in with the wrong crowd,” Lillian confessed.

furrowed at the mention of Brielle. “She’s the

misjudging her. Why don’t you talk to her when she gets back? Bri is still upset with me. I’m

you as their own daughter. You’re no less than her. You don’t have

exposed her collar. Lillian was nurtured by the Haywoods into a woman of fine complexion. While her features were merely pleasant, her vulnerable charm could soften any

pulling her into his

“Cameron, let me go. I can’t give you a

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breath deepened, and he pinned her gently to the sofa. “Lillian, I’ll wait as long as

tear-streaked face softened Cameron’s intentions, and he

won’t see me now. If you

mood. Because of her, the Haywoods were unjustly embroiled in a mess. Now their parents were groveling to

he agreed despite the bitter taste in

know how Brielle managed to attend the dinner. If Max had taken her, Lillian was determined to ruin Brielle in Max’s eyes. She had manipulated Spencer and Cameron, and

The mere thought made Lillian weak at

across the globe, a gala