Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 198

Hearing that response, Michael’s worries dissipated, and his gaze drifted to the coffee table. “I’ve no idea who took this picture, but looking closely, the person in it doesn’t even look like

you.”

The scene was too blurry, and there wasn’t a single clear shot of a face, so it could be anyone. But that anonymous text had planted the seed in his mind that it was Max and Brielle, so the more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance.

Now, with Max’s answer, Michael was fully at ease, he chuckled and patted him on the shoulder.

“Better not to know. Just go ahead and marry Alivia. You’re young. You’ll understand in time.”

Max stared at the crystal–clear liquid in Michael’s cup, his lips lightly pursed, “Next time there’s a photo like this, you don’t need to worry. I don’t want to end up like Victoria.”

Everyone in the Dorsey clan knew how tough Michael had been on Everett. So controlling that he even dictated how often they should have sex each month, and if Victoria ever missed her ‘quota‘, she’d come running to Michael, tears in her eyes, to complain.

“Ha, just make sure you don’t end up embarrassing yourself like Victoria did. I can understand her getting caught up in love. She’s a woman after all, but Dorsey men can’t allow that to sway them. Look at your older brothers, and that young buck Spencer. Dorsey men are not known to

be fools in love.”

his eyes, very few were worth having children with. It was only when he met Max’s

his rosary, a gesture that made Michael wave it off, “Let’s put an end to tonight’s drama. Whoever set this

raised an eyebrow and chuckled lightly.

wars and

tactics?

he left, Max sat alone on the sofa, a frown creasing his

Wesley, peeked out from the kitchen and approached him, “Sir, if you’re feeling down, shall I

“No need.”

his mind obviously

sensing there might be a misunderstanding between the two. He had heard the conversation between Max and Michael. Although Max hadn’t admitted it, he had made his

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would stand by her, refusing to allow her to walk Everett’s

way, it was

sensed she could be the future mistress of the house, and

the hospital. I’ll have the kitchen prepare some soup to send

verbally