Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 358

“No? Really?”

Max echoed the words, but with a different inflection that carried a tinge of amusement.

“Yeah.”

The next moment, he chuckled softly, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder while maintaining their close embrace. His hair brushed against Brielle’s cheek, making her feel as if her heart had melted into a warm puddle.

In the past, she would have found it hard to imagine Max being so affectionate with a woman. Even during their few lovemakings, he had always been in absolute control, perhaps indulgent at times but never as tender as he was now.

Sitting in his arms with her cheeks flushing, Brielle gazed out at the snowflakes dancing in the air and thought to herself, “This must be what being together feels like.”

The thought of being with Max filled her with an indescribable sweetness.

A knock on the door drew Brielle out of Max’s embrace, and she settled herself on a nearby chair.

Patrick walked in and immediately noticed the black beads around Brielle’s wrist, his eyes betraying a flash of surprise. “Mr. Dorsey, Ms. Brielle, I’ve ordered breakfast. It should arrive in about ten minutes.”

those black beads meant to Max. To everyone in the Beaconsfield elite, the beads were synonymous with Max, and his austere demeanor

Perhaps admitting his fondness for Brielle had torn down some psychological barrier because now, he thought she was perfect

like, he was certain about one thing – Brielle was different, and

superfluous at the moment, discreetly made his

cart laden with an array of exquisite dishes. Wearing pristine white gloves, the server carefully laid the

all night, Brielle’s hunger

arranged everything and politely left, Max handed Brielle the cutlery and observed her eating habits. She had a penchant for a breakfast of oatmeal, a boiled egg, and a side of vegetable salad. She was a picky

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Max cataloged her preferences. When Brielle finally set her spoon down, Max frowned slightly,

and despite the familiarity of his face, she still felt a thrill

to a rare blossom, cold and translucent. Suddenly, the image of his expression shifting from icy detachment to fiercely possessive as he gripped her waist flashed in her mind. It was the look of a dangerously alluring flower, and her toes curled

stoic eyes softened with a smile, sparkling like stars in the night sky. “Brielle, what’s on your mind?” he asked, his gaze trailing down her

of her nightgown was. Had Patrick seen the marks there? A

book project, did you know William is

world’s most mood–breaking

clear the table,