Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 332

The chill of his presence was an oddly comforting shroud as Brielle leaned against his back. Exhausted to her core, the sting of tears threatened to betray her when Max hoisted her up effortlessly.

Taking a few steps forward, Max’s broad shoulders offered a smooth ride, while his bodyguard, trailing behind, dared not linger his gaze and hastened Into the forest to look for Kenzo.

Brielle’s fingers clutched at the fabric of Max’s suit, and after a moment’s hesitation, she rested her chin on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Ten minutes ago, she thought she was a goner.

“Brielle, you’re not crying, are you?” Max’s voice was even, his stride unshaken.

Brielle, who had felt a twinge at the tip of her nose, stifled it, “How could I be?”

A soft chuckle escaped Max as he glanced into the distance.

Brielle, fighting back her emotions, quickly changed the subject. “Patrick took me to that old warehouse where we planned to trap Spencer. We were ambushed then, too. It’s got to be the same group–they’re well–trained.” Her voice was calm and analytical.

“Right.”

As Max carried on, a loud boom echoed from afar, and a fiery blaze erupted in the woods. A car had exploded, igniting a wildfire. Thankfully, it wasn’t summer; otherwise, the blaze would have been hell to control.

at the fabric on Max’s arm. Her

“Don’t be scared.”

on his phone. The

off by the clearing.”

in a different spot. The fire shouldn’t

me, and I’ll take you there.”

relief and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. The cool forest breeze brushed the

path upward, noticing sporadic drops of blood–Brielle’s–and felt a pang of distress.

voice sounded weary with fatigue as she

more.”

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press on, then he heard her delirious murmur.

his lips, recalling the car he’d noticed earlier but hadn’t identified as Brielle’s until Patrick’s call. He was going abroad, and it would be days before

had crashed. The realization sent shivers down

river, his heart skipped a beat. At that moment, nothing else mattered–just that Brielle was alive. “Just stay alive,” he silently

as he

other. At the sound of his voice, her head stirred, and her lips brushed against the skin of his neck. Max tensed, his voice a shade huskier. “Don’t move around. Just