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 a few steps. sending her stumbling to the floor. “Max!”

doorway was

a cane that had clattered to the floor, and hobbled to the door.

building, only the streetlights cast long shadows on the pavement. She approached the night guard, inquiring if a black car had left in the last

head. “No cars have left

Brielle’s eyes. Max’s car was probably in the underground garage. Was it too late to catch up? And even if she did, what would

were divided by a barrier that seemed insurmountable. Perhaps even without it, he’d never truly cross

relationship had been tainted from the start. His parting gift of a card was a

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

Yet given another chance, she still wouldn’t confess to to kidnapping Spencer. Her feelings for Max weren’t strong enough to warrant trust.

Chapter 265

Brielle envied children who grew up in loving homes, who knew what a healthy relationship looked like and had a keen sense

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

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