Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 171 g out, gently brushing her lips with his fingers.

Only he had seen this side of Brielle.

Only he.

He couldn’t help but recall the words he once said to her–love was but an illusion under the influence of dopamine.

Yet his dopamine levels were insatiable, as if craving more.

Was that even reasonable?

He didn’t understand, but clearly, he had no desire to stop.

He shrugged off his suit jacket and draped it over Brielle.

The moment the jacket obscured her vision, Spencer rounded the corner of the floral wall.

Fury was written all over Spencer’s face. He still had many questions unanswered. He wanted to know if Brielle had deliberately set up Lillian, and he had to make it clear to Brielle that he had no regrets whatsoever.

Even if Brielle won tonight, it wouldn’t change the fact of her humble origins.

She was beneath him. Forever unworthy!

Spencer caught sight of the scene before him, and his angry mind was suddenly doused with cold water, bringing him back to his senses.

the wall, her figure mostly obscured by his jacket, only her slender legs visible. Her face was hidden,

Max looked up with

he’d been struck by lightning, retreating in disbelief, not daring to look

with a woman?

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a woman in

mind was a whirlwind of confusion, not understanding the fear and panic welling up inside

heard the footsteps recede

her eyes.

she had experienced his

that thrilling heat that reached her very core, was

into the

the corner of

in his arms, she hid under his suit jacket as he carried her

outside had been waiting,

raway down the

scattered, even forgetting that Patrick was in the front, and this was

would willingly die in this kiss.

car stopped at the Premier Palace, and

bedroom, she was set on the bed, and soon the room’s temperature soared. Her toes curled from the pleasure, and she couldn’t

the haze, his eyelids lifted slightly, revealing the full arc of his eyes, indifferent, yet filled with a sensual charm.