Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 264

Max fiddled with his phone, a ripple of emotion flickering in his eyes. With a few swipes, he found Brielle’s number and called her.

Brielle, leaning on her cane, had just reached the bottom of the stairs when her phone rang. Though she had switched phones, her number remained unchanged, and she pressed the answer button.

“Where are you?” Max’s voice was deep, a hint of gravity behind it. Brielle paused, almost instinctively lying. “Just resting at home.”

He sat on the couch, his eyelashes drooping slightly, a tight sensation crossing his heart. “Which home?”

“Pearl Estate. I’ve been here resting since I got back from Premier Palace.”

“You haven’t gone out?”

Brielle couldn’t grasp why he was prying so much, so she simply went along. “Yeah.”

With her cane, she entered the elevator and stopped at her apartment door. Taking out her keys, she unlocked the door.

A man sat on the spacious couch, the breeze from the window causing the curtains to flutter. accentuating his aloof demeanor. The coolness from his presence seemed to permeate the entire space.

Brielle’s steps faltered, and she instinctively took a few steps back. Once she saw who it was. warmth surged through her.

Max. How did he have the keys to this place?

lips and silently

hand, spinning it

stopped on the other side of the room,

still casually twirling the

attempted to cover it up. “I just went out to

were clearly

were

“Half an hour.”

Max let out a soft chuckle. Just minutes ago, he lied to his father for her, and now she was lying

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as it the air in

breathe.

think carefully before you answer.

tell the truth, what was the point of all

lips pressed tight, her heart. racing. She had a feeling that if she lied to Max now, they might never see each other again.

should she

Max would handle Spencer’s disappearance. If he found out Spencer’s location, he would surely bring Spencer back. At that point, what leverage would she have to negotiate with

afford to gamble.

she had rehearsed a thousand times in her mind now. felt utterly powerless. She wished she could answer his questions openly, but the gap between

vast

a few more books, only glimpsed the fleeting. dreams of affluence in Beaconsfield. Yet that was far from enough to sit at an equal level with him. Life was a relay race, but she had naively treated it like a sprint.