Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 349

“Mr. Dorsey, what I’m talking about here is strictly business–the Book project is no small feat.” “Brielle. I really don’t feel like talking shop right now.” His tone was casual, and his presence emanated a gentle coolness that seemed almost out of place for a man who’d just shown such repulsion to the advances of an undoubtedly attractive woman.

Brielle fell silent. Her experience in matters of the heart was scant. Beyond traveling over hills and across streams to follow her desires, she knew nothing of love’s games, content instead to wait awkwardly for her beloved’s return.

This was Brielle in her most raw and precious form.

His voice continued to reach her ears, “Haven’t you missed me?”

Brielle’s lips pressed tighter, her heart pounding a wild rhythm. She was no match for Max. If Max decided to use his charm, no woman could escape.

Tears welled in her eyes as if she had been hurt.

Despite his hot–and–cold demeanor and despite the lack of promises, which included a featherlight assurance – wait for his return, she wanted to believe, to love with fervor.

Human greed could be quite endearing at times. Faced with feelings of affection, it was innate to become a gambler. Everyone hopes for that stroke of luck to hit them–just one gamble, just

once.

“Yeah, a little.”

little, Brielle?”

the other end, gazing out at the few irises blooming outside his window. He seemed

you return, Mr. Dorsey?” To

but before he could speak, a commotion arose at the door. It was Alivia, her arms full of a lunchbox that now spilled its contents chaotically across the floor.

brow furrowed in annoyance.

with someone else. Max

bowed to

Brielle who had stolen what she loved most? Was Max’s smile for the irises, or was it

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Chapter 349

beloved deity seemed to have descended among the common folk, and for that, she was unforgiving.

she lifted her head, her face was alight with a radiant smile. “Clumsy me, I just got a bit shaky, Max. Are you on

moment, felt a noticeable Irritation. As his gaze met Alivia’s, all warmth withdrew, replaced by the detachment of a machine.

between affection and Indifference.

doctor did say we should

quietly told Brielle, “I’ll talk to you when I get back.” He didn’t

confusion.