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, squinting as the sunlight streamed in, stinging her

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

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

and wondered if it was the weekend. It was only Wednesday, and he, being a

down on a single–seater sofa. “I’m taking the day off.

reason for the ‘hazard‘ was something he was well aware

“Mhm.”

his hand, probably delivered by Patrick

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was also sore, and just as she reached up to rub it, the doorbell rang. She glanced instinctively at

continued to peruse his documents,

together, guiltily touching her neck. She went back to the bedroom

anxious, her gaze shifting past Brielle to the man on the sofa, her expression turning complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt as she closed the door, “What’s happened

call this early?” Aubree pointed to the clock on the wall–it was

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

company.”

reddened with embarrassment, and she

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?