Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 150

Max would never refuse. With a swift move, he scooped her up horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

The apartment was decorated with a cozy touch, and a long, lingering ship’s horn echoed from outside the window. The diligent vendors had already begun to set up shop on the streets, and the savory scent of pancakes filled the city air.

Everything was so idyllic, but they both knew that the intimacy between them was nothing more than a sham, a shadow play of pretense.

Brielle closed her eyes, her rational mind advising her a thousand times over, but the pleasure seeping from her very bones was undeniable. Her cheeks were flushed with sweat, as if all acts of rebellion had blossomed into bewitching flowers of allure.

Max had control over her, and as he watched her sleeping face, he suddenly wondered what he would do if she had just said she wanted to end things. In that moment, the surging bitterness was undeniable. It was unclear whether it was a man’s pride at play or the inability to withstand being kicked to the curb.

“Brielle?” he called out.

She was too exhausted to move even a finger and responded with a groggy “Hmm?”

“It ends when I say it ends.”

Brielle had no idea what he was talking about. She was sound asleep.

as the sunlight streamed in, stinging

and at this moment, it felt like she was still in a dream. She got

trembled, and she ended up leaning against the wall, gasping for air. Just how long had

bedroom, she saw the man still sitting on the couch and wondered if it was the weekend. It was only Wednesday, and he, being a workaholic, should have been at the

then sat down on a single–seater sofa. “I’m taking

something he was well aware of.

“Mhm.”

his hand,

17:02

she reached up to rub it, the doorbell rang. She glanced

continued to peruse his documents, engrossed, unbothered

Aubree, she pressed her lips together, guiltily touching her neck.

complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt as

the clock on the wall–it was already

say, trying to brush it off, but then she saw Aubree approach Max, “Well, look at you with a

company.”

embarrassment, and she quickly tugged at Aubree’s

I sent? The Haywood family has announced they’re acknowledging Lillian as their own, claiming you’ve been stealing Lillian’s identity for years. What’s going on? Is Lillian really their daughter? Was there a mix–up before?” Aubree couldn’t believe it and, remembering how smug Lillian must be