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.

phone and quickly powered it down.

Spencer paused, irritation flickering in his eyes. In truth, the specific reason he had ended up in Lillian’s

only the softness of her embrace, and her whispering, “If it

in his favor was a blessing, yet Brielle seemed

was clipped, leaning casually against the door,

up his mood, Lillian tread lightly, “Spencer, have you gone

felt a blockage in 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

I’m at the Dorsey estate. Max needed

meant his words were crystal clear to the pair

twirling Max’s tie. “Uncle Max, you

hand down, careful not to

continued. “Just some work stuff. Max can

in itself. She felt her mouth dry out, suspecting every

you dine privately with Max? Does

almost responded, but the second question made him explode. “Why should he know about Brielle’s affairs? They hardly speak, maybe cross paths at work, but his world revolves around his job. When has he ever looked at a woman?