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.”

looked up, squinting as he appraised her. Aside from the fatigue etched on her face, she

no regret,

seemed to clench inexplicably.

Dorsey come here? Is it related

first thing that came to her mind was Book. She had

the information?

the morning. To discuss work at this hour, Max really was hard working.

flashed in Max’s eyes, and the cold aura around his eyebrows was so icy that it could turn into white frost..

she usually preferred to call him Uncle Max. But now, considering she needed to break off

end this relationship that

glanced down, his gaze falling on the black rosary around his wrist. His fingers delicately played with the beads, a sign his patience was wearing thin, Oddly

chest, wondering it something was amiss, but his yearly medical exams always showed he was in top

was foreign, tinged with a trace

Brielle, 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,