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.

and quickly powered

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

and

in his favor was a blessing, yet Brielle seemed

casually against the

tread lightly, “Spencer, have you gone to see

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,

at Spencer, prompting a swift denial. “No, I’m at the Dorsey estate. Max needed

meant his words were crystal

eyebrow arched, her fingers idly twirling Max’s tie.

careful not to disturb her injured

work stuff. Max can be quite serious

side or to gaze up close at that face, which must be a happiness in itself. She felt her mouth dry out, suspecting every

with Max? Does he know about Brielle’s

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