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.

spine as she clutched tighter at the fabric on Max’s arm. Her palms

“Don’t be scared.”

soothing voice comforted her as he attempted to call Patrick, only to find no signal on his phone. The reception

the

spot. The fire shouldn’t reach there, but I’m not sure if those

me, and I’ll take you there.”

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

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

she whispered

more.”

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on, then he heard her delirious murmur. “I thought I’d never see

it would be days before he returned. He felt the need to speak with her, face to face. But on his way, he saw

had crashed. The realization

skipped a beat. At that moment,

tightened as he softly called, “Brielle?”

her head stirred, and her lips