Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 89

“Spencer, you go ahead and have a good chat with Max. I won’t intrude,” she said with a considerate tone.

Spencer nodded, ending the call and feeling all the more appreciative of Lillian’s sensibility.

Spencer looked up at the firmly shut door with a flicker of disdain in his eyes. He must be out of his mind to come all this way for a woman like that.

Brielle? She was worth this hassle?

His face darkened, and without hesitation, he turned on his heel and strode away, unaware that on the other side of the door, the workaholic ‘Uncle Max‘ had a woman sitting on his lap.

Brielle’s hands were still looped around Max’s neck, her head resting against his chest. Max’s palm gently caressed her back before he firmly grasped her chin, forcing her to look up. “You’ve been crying?”

He didn’t know the ins and outs of Brielle’s entanglement with Spencer, only that they were once engaged. As for their past affection, he couldn’t care less.

Brielle, with top honors from Beaconsfield College, a stunning face, and formidable work skills, was certainly more than a match for Spencer.

“Still hung up on him?”

the thought. Her,

had known for over a decade change so drastically, as if her entire past life were a facade now cracked to reveal its

wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, compared to the minor discomfort she felt toward Spencer, her emotions

be better to let the misunderstanding continue. It was better

we were engaged for over a decade. How

Max’s eyes darkened, not understanding why he felt a pang of

for him. Brielle,

her in his arms, positioning her

with someone else in her heart, was pointless. He was to enjoy the moment

this mantra, yet seeing the hurt in her eyes softened him. “Find someone new to fancy. He’s not worth

Brielle that someone else was unworthy, rather than questioning what she deserved. Her spirits lifted, and she couldn’t resist starting to

we shouldn’t talk about other men

chuckled, leaning in to capture her lips with

out there as long as she’s not blind, she’d know who

lips, the warmth in the

He had never asked how far she and Spencer had gone – had they kissed? Embraced? Slept

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Chapter 89