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.”

everyone in the Beaconsfield elite, the beads were synonymous with Max, and his austere demeanor earned him the nickname “The Priest.” Her fingers lightly traced the beads as a

sense of satisfaction. Perhaps admitting his fondness for Brielle had torn down some psychological barrier because now, he thought she was perfect from head to toe,

was certain about one thing – Brielle was different, and others simply

sensing he was somewhat superfluous at the moment,

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

up all night, Brielle’s hunger

a side of vegetable salad. She was a picky eater and

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Max cataloged her preferences. When Brielle finally set her

caught his gaze, and despite the familiarity of his face, she still felt a thrill each time

the most handsome she had ever known. His aura was akin to a rare blossom, cold and translucent. Suddenly, the image of his expression shifting from icy detachment to

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

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

that book project, did you know

most mood–breaking woman–Brielle.

signaling for the server to clear the

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