Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 265

Max’s gaze was piercing, holding her chin with an intensity that was both unsettling and. mesmerizing. Slowly, he released his grip.

Brielle rubbed her jaw where his fingers had left an imprint. It didn’t hurt, but the sudden assertiveness in his touch had startled her.

Max straightened up, his expression turning cold, as if the momentary loss of control was an illusion. “If you don’t fancy staying at Premier Palace, then nurse your wounds at home.”

He took out a card and placed it on the clasp of her chest. The gesture was somewhat frivolous, as if intentionally insulting her.

“I said it was over last time, but I forgot to give you this–let’s call it severance.”

Brielle’s face drained of color, her hand tightening at her side. “What do you mean?”

Max, however, no longer wished to say much. Instead, he walked calmly to the entrance hall. Sometimes, one’s shadow can do more damage than words ever could.

surged to her feet, intent on following, but her injured leg buckled after a few

was

had clattered to the floor, and hobbled to the door. There was no one in the hallway: he must

elevator down, frantically pressing the button for the ground floor. By the time she limped out of the building, only the streetlights cast long

his head. “No cars have left

flicker of disappointment crossed Brielle’s eyes. Max’s car was probably in the underground garage. Was it too late to catch up?

that seemed insurmountable. Perhaps even without it, he’d never truly cross over.

had been tainted from the start. His parting gift of a card was a fitting end to

dazed expression. Once in her room, she sat down, feeling a headache coming on, and a vague ache around her heart. The

still wouldn’t confess to to kidnapping Spencer. Her feelings for Max weren’t strong enough to

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what a healthy relationship looked like and had a keen sense for love. They could easily find their

what was good, unsure who to trust. It took years of hitting walls before she

to ring. She glanced at the caller ID, hesitating. The phone stopped, only