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.

on following, but her injured leg buckled

was

the floor, and hobbled to the door. There was no

only the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement. She approached the night guard, inquiring if a black car

shook his head. “No cars have left recently.”

the underground garage. Was it too late to catch up? And even if she did, what would she say?

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

from the start. His parting gift of a card was a fitting

walking aimlessly into the room with a dazed expression. Once in her room, she sat down,

the lie she had told. Yet given another chance, she still wouldn’t confess to to kidnapping Spencer. Her feelings for Max weren’t strong

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what a healthy relationship looked like

without a compass, uncertain of what was good, unsure who to trust. It took years of hitting walls before

at the caller ID, hesitating. The phone stopped, only to start