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.

feet, intent on following, but her injured leg buckled after

doorway was empty.

hoisted herself up, grabbed a cane that had clattered to the floor, and hobbled to the door. There was no one in the hallway:

desperation, she rode the elevator down, frantically pressing the button for the ground floor. By the time she limped out of the building, only the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement. She approached the night guard, inquiring if a black car had left

shook his head. “No

eyes. Max’s car was probably in the underground garage. Was it too

by a barrier that seemed insurmountable. Perhaps even without it,

been tainted from the start. His parting gift of

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

had told. Yet given another chance, she still wouldn’t confess

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

upbringing had left her without a compass, uncertain of what was good, unsure who to trust. It took years of hitting walls before she could recognize the right path. Spencer was one such wall;

ID, hesitating. The phone stopped, only to start ringing again shortly after.