Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 336

They had been holed up in this rural escape for three days already, and everyone had figured Tiffanie, with her high–maintenance ways, wouldn’t last an hour, let alone plant her roots. Yet, here she was, having chased Mason all the way from Beaconsfield, and now seemingly refusing

to leave.

It was back in Mason’s senior year of high school when he followed a band of college students to teach in the countryside that he stumbled upon this place. The stark poverty had struck them all dumb; kids were studying on desks made of piled stones, trudging miles through the mountains to school in the dead of winter while their hair was dusted with frost.

Once they returned home, they all continued to donate to this place over the years. Those who earned a bit more gave a bit more, and those with less gave what they could.

Now, there was a school and a road in the area.

Mason stayed in a wooden cabin prepared by the locals, with Tiffanie’s room right next door.

Tiffanie was the boldest woman he’d ever come across. Just last night, she had tried to sneak into his room, of all things. If he hadn’t been too anxious to fall asleep, tossing and turning until the wee hours, she might have actually succeeded. It was ridiculous; a grown man like him was feeling like he was the belle of the ball that the town bully had taken a shine to.

shutting the door

not to like about me? Check out this face, this figure, this family background. Tell me,

unbearable degree. Part of him was embarrassed, the other

bed with a carefree chuckle. “Hah? If I were shy in the pursuit of a man, he’d definitely never be mine.

felt his ears burn hot with embarrassment. He’d met plenty of bold women, and many

by the window and grabbed a cup of water, only to be interrupted by Tiffanie’s

water went flying out of Mason’s mouth as he coughed and spluttered. His cheeks blazed red, feeling like his insides were about to roast

“What, you’re

head down, coughing, refusing to look at

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was on a roll, leaning in close. “Don’t tell

he had been

lips curved up in a satisfied smile.