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.

over. She turned over, squinting as the sunlight streamed in, stinging her eyes. It was indeed

moment, it felt like she was still

and she ended up leaning against the wall, gasping for air. Just how long had Max kept her up last night?

out of the bedroom, she saw the man still sitting on the couch and wondered if it was the weekend.

Dorsey,” she called out, then sat down on a single–seater sofa. “I’m taking the day off. Occupational

something he

“Mhm.”

didn’t look up, flipping through the documents in his hand, probably delivered by Patrick

17:02

just as she reached up to rub it, the doorbell rang.

his documents, engrossed,

neck. She went

on the sofa, her expression turning complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt

early?” Aubree pointed to the clock

but then she saw Aubree approach Max, “Well, look at you with a beautiful girl by your side, and you don’t bother to come

company.”

face reddened with embarrassment, and she quickly tugged at Aubree’s

down, clearly frustrated, “Did you see the message 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