Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 357

Chapter 357

Dopamine, the instigator of fondness, the spark behind it all. It represented addiction and longing. The name Brielle amplified those cravings.

Max had lived for twenty–six years, and for the first time, he admitted defeat.

When Brielle woke up, snow was drifting past the window. She turned over wearily, finding the other side of the bed empty. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly.

The movement sent a wave of soreness through her body, and she frowned, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

It snowed, and Max had returned. They had kissed their way from the elevator to the doorstep.

Her cheeks burned with heat as she thought of lifting the blanket, only to notice the string of black beads around her wrist.

Max had given her those beads, leaving a cool kiss on her fingertips.

Max.

Max.

was now a whirlwind of thoughts about Max.

quietly opened the door to the living room. Max was already dressed in a suit, sipping coffee, and browsing through the documents Patrick had

gaze. Her pale skin

even

brought The Priest down to earth, and

walked uneasily, feeling a tender ache with every step. It wasn’t unbearable, but it stirred an unsettling restlessness within her.

into his embrace. She wore the silk. nightgown provided by the hotel. Its neckline was modest, but the patchy marks on her neck.

she said, frozen in his arms, while he remained casual. His hands encircled her waist as he continued

“Hmm?”

her lip, taking a while to relax against his

chin rested lightly on her shoulder,

Brielle felt a pang of hunger, but happiness

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Chapter 357

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