Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 322

Aubree let out a sigh of relief; it seemed Brielle had ventured out on her own. A walk to clear her head was probably for the best, instead of staying put and being bombarded with constant updates about Max and Alivia’s escapades.

Meanwhile, Brielle was still in the car; her phone was on airplane mode, which meant no more incoming messages. She decided to spend the night in a hotel in the city she had reached.

After booking a room, she parked her car and headed inside.

This was a neighboring city to Beaconsfield, and the hotel, nestled in a small county town, wasn’t exactly top–notch. In the dead of night, a sudden pounding at the door jolted her awake. *Bang! Bang! Bang!”

“Boom!”

A cacophony of sounds twisted her brows in an instant as she sat up in bed.

The noises continued outside, peppered with the cursing of men in a local dialect Brielle couldn’t understand. She pushed a table against the door for added security.

The hotel lacked any means to contact the front desk, and even if she called the cops, by the time they arrived, it might be too late for whoever was in trouble. One table wasn’t enough, so she barricaded the door further with chairs.

The pounding lasted until after eleven, and she glanced at her phone. Her birthday was nearly

over.

cake, no well–wishes.

lips twisted into a wry smile, consoled by the thought

beautiful sunset.

back to sleep. At the crack of dawn, she rose, eager to reach Radiant

sea of clouds, a fiery orb. Her gloom lifted entirely, and she couldn’t resist stepping closer to breathe in the fresh air of nature. The sun, like a

scheme of the universe. Her brief chapter with Max, in the grand timeline, was

and prayed. Then she took out Julian’s urn and entrusted it to the church’s reverend, hoping for

remembered Aubree’s instructions and pulled out a

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she

and Andrew be lied

the plaque on a tree, she considered her next move and wrote–Wishing

one was watching, she wrote down–Hoping Max might give liking me a try. The idea of Max with Alivia made her feel like a lowly interloper. She quickly erased it and rewrote–Wishing myself

she hung the plaque

Light Church was stunning. It was surrounded by

as she thought this, a voice called out from behind.

thinking she’d misheard, and

looking somewhat surprised. “What