Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 207

Meanwhile, Brielle was sprawled out in the hotel room from the previous night, her eyes glued to her phone as she flipped it over in her hands restlessly. She hadn’t reached out to Max all day, and he hadn’t made any moves either. He was probably upset, especially after overhearing her conversation in the elevator and then witnessing Spencer’s clingy display.

Biting her lip in frustration, Brielle racked her brain for a plausible excuse and finally came up with something passable. [Mr. Dorsey, the soup Wesley brought over was delicious, thank you.]

After sending the message, she waited for a while, eager to see how he would respond, but her phone remained silent.

Brielle had never been good at this kind of thing. Seeing no reaction, she tossed the phone aside. She laughed at herself, wondering why she even thought Max would be upset. Was it because of Spencer? Was it because of what she said?

She didn’t think she had that kind of charm. If that was the case, there was no need to go out of her way to explain.

On Max’s end, he was holding a cup of coffee, gazing out the window. The suburban view was quite nice, and the coffee beans specially prepared by the Hatfield family were rich and

aromatic.

He had taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in his white dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, casually revealing his collarbone.

and pants accentuating his stature, his long lashes casting a shadow across

Did

clarification?

irritated because of her, and now he had to repay a favor to the Hatfield family on her behalf? The thought just added

the coffee could chase away the rising. temperature in his

and quick. He put his phone down, rubbed his temples, and walked over to the door to open

and wrapped in a flowing gown, her

Lillian drawled, her fingers delicately undoing the belt at her waist. “I’ve admired you for a long time, and

hidden behind

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by the tacky. seduction. He couldn’t help but wonder how Brielle could have been deceived by

“Max, I know you’re suffering. I can help you,” she whispered, her

filled with resolve and even forcing her way

the room.

padlock, making it impossible for those inside to open it. The heat within Max intensified as he sensed someone lunging at him, and without hesitation, he pushed her away. “You’ve

was shocked. He hadn’t