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.”

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

for Brielle had torn down some psychological barrier because now, he thought she was perfect from head to toe,

didn’t fully understand that this was what liking someone felt like, he was certain about one thing – Brielle was different, and others simply wouldn’t do.

somewhat superfluous at the moment,

of exquisite dishes. Wearing pristine white

up all night, Brielle’s hunger had returned with

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 eater and left the carrots untouched in her salad. She favored plain oatmeal

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

face,

Suddenly, the image of his expression shifting from icy detachment to fiercely

a smile, sparkling like stars in the night sky. “Brielle, what’s on your mind?”

of her nightgown was. Had Patrick

that book project, did you know William is handling it

world’s most mood–breaking woman–Brielle.

softly, signaling for the server to clear the