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.

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

last night, and at this moment, it felt like she was still in a dream. She got up, still in her pajamas, and nearly collapsed to her

against the wall, gasping

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

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

the ‘hazard‘ was something

“Mhm.”

up, flipping through the documents in his hand,

17:02

also sore, and just as she reached up to

continued to peruse his documents, engrossed, unbothered by the interruption.

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

unusually anxious, her gaze shifting past Brielle to the man on the sofa, her expression turning complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt

pointed to the clock on

didn’t know what to say, trying to brush it off, but then she saw Aubree approach Max, “Well, look at you with a beautiful girl by your side, and

company.”

reddened with embarrassment, and she

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