Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 88

“Brielle! Open up right now!” Anger and humiliation churned within, a tempest raging in his chest.

Brielle lounged on the couch, making no move toward the door, her arms instead wrapped around Max’s neck.

Max glanced down at her, easing her hands away, “Not going to answer the door?”

Brielle snorted with amusement, pointing first at him, then back to herself, “So that he can find out that the almighty Mr. Dorsey has graced us mere mortals with his presence to personally attend to an employee?”

“Wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

“Bang! Bang!”

The pounding on the door persisted, a clear sign that if the door wasn’t opened, the knocking would become a permanent fixture.

Brielle grabbed her phone and quickly powered it down.

drove him to crush his phone, but then Lillian called. Spencer paused, irritation flickering in his eyes. In truth, the specific reason he had ended up in Lillian’s arms was now a blur. He only remembered drinking and feeling irritated by

the softness of her embrace, and her whispering, “If it were me, I wouldn’t

favor was a blessing, yet Brielle seemed

tone was clipped, leaning casually

tread lightly, “Spencer, have you gone to

his heart. He didn’t feel loved with her, but with Lillian, he felt everything. Lillian was understanding, considerate, and even after knowing he was unwilling to break off the engagement, she didn’t express her grievances. She remained gentle, not forcing fate, and throughout, he was the only man in her

“No, I’m at the Dorsey estate.

soundproofing meant his words were crystal clear to

her fingers idly twirling Max’s tie. “Uncle Max, you needed him for

careful not to disturb

clumsy lies continued. “Just some work stuff. Max can be quite serious in

She felt

do you dine privately with Max? Does

him explode. “Why should he know about Brielle’s affairs? They hardly speak, maybe cross paths at work, but his