Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 274

Brielle couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trapped in a dream. Her mind wandered back to her college days.

That year, she had the fortune to accompany her professor on a trip to the desert, where she met the nomadic tribes that roamed the sands. At night, they would tether their camels, and come morning, they’d release them. Yet, the camels never strayed too far, forever remembering the night spent tied beneath the tree. It was much like the pain Brielle had endured, firmly anchoring her to the present.

The little girl who begged for survival, the girl who hid in a corner crying after being struck by a stranger, the girl who yearned for a home, and the girl who discovered the affair between Spencer and Lillian…

She thought she had come out of it all, but when facing Max, she realized she had never really escaped.

No matter how confident she presented herself, deep down she was acutely aware that she and Max, a man favored by fortune, were worlds apart.

In moments free of worry, her past poverty merely meant the difference between having a simple bread roll and a steak for dinner, never detracting from her happiness. But once her heart fluttered for someone, she deeply felt the inferiority that poverty wrought. That inferiority

was exclusive to her time with him.

And Max? He could never truly comprehend it.

wiping her neck, then grabbed her hand, drying each fingertip meticulously. After attending to her left hand, he moved on to the right. While wiping, his fingers lingered on her lips, gently pressing down.

sudden urge to confess washed over him.

for Ryan’s sake, he had decided not to interfere, always waiting for her to approach him. But Brielle seemed to have no such plans. Her heart was as

in irritation, but then he worried he might actually hurt her and

the morning, he finished his task and stepped out of the hospital room. The places he had touched felt cool; Brielle

shocked to fully wake,

There were so many things she wanted to say, even if just a word or two.

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much, not to mention a slight infection had caused a fever overnight, sapping her

a single step, and stumbled to the floor. With sheer determination, she tossed the crutch aside and dragged her leg behind

of Max by the elevator, her eyes lighting up with hope. Just as she was about to speak,

pinning her in place. It was like a cup of poison. silencing her

help but draw closer, mustering the courage to explore, yet when they show the slightest frown,

her newfound