Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 149

Brielle never imagined that returning home at the witching hour of 3 A.M. would lead to an encounter with Max right on her doorstep. Max was even being set up by the neighbor? The world seemed to be spinning its own surreal tale.

She hurriedly stepped forward, fumbling with her keys to unlock the door, while offering a strained smile and thanks to the neighbor. “Thanks a bunch, really, he’s good on his own. He’s a celibate, you know.

The neighbor was no fool and seemed eager to follow up. “A celibate at your place? Don’t you have a fiancé?”

Cursed be those times Spencer had made a spectacle of himself, making their relationship the talk of the town.

Caught off guard, Brielle managed to chuckle as she shut the door, “This is strictly between us, definitely not for my fiancé’s ears.”

Left on the doorstep. The neighbor’s face was a complex puzzle of emotions. Max’s looks were hard to ignore, and she couldn’t help but mutter, “Handsome lad, but what a shame about his choices. Even if you’re just arm candy, at least pick someone with deep pockets. Not many around here with fat wallets.”

Inside, Max sat silently on the sofa, his features clouded with discomfort.

Brielle, though sleepy, couldn’t help but find humor in the situation. She fetched a glass of water from the kitchen. “Sorry about that, Mr. Dorsey. She loves playing matchmaker. Guess she fancied your looks.”

from the fatigue etched on her face, she revealed

sadness, no regret, no

heart seemed to clench

would Mr. Dorsey come here? Is

certainly wouldn’t presume that Max came to see her. The first thing that came to her mind was

the information?

half–past three in the morning. To discuss work at this hour, Max really was hard

and the cold aura around his eyebrows was so icy that it could turn into white frost..

to call him Uncle Max. But now, considering she needed

perhaps, she wanted to end this relationship that

on the black rosary around his wrist. His fingers delicately played with the beads, a sign his patience was

something was amiss, but his yearly medical

foreign, tinged with a trace of Irritation.

but Max felt the reality was the opposite. It’s as It Brielle wanted to use this chance to push him away. This realization froze his fingers mid–bead, a shadow crossing his