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.

squinting as the sunlight streamed in,

moment, it felt like she was still in

ended up leaning against the wall, gasping for air.

the 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

on a single–seater

reason for the ‘hazard‘ was something he was

“Mhm.”

through the documents in his hand, probably delivered by

17:02

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

his documents, engrossed,

pressed her lips together, guiltily touching her neck. She went back to the bedroom to change into a turtleneck, then returned to

Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt as she

early?” Aubree pointed to the clock on

Max, “Well, look at you with

company.”

reddened with embarrassment, and she

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 feeling, she felt extremely unsettled.

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