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.”

elite, the beads were synonymous with Max, and his austere demeanor earned

torn down some psychological barrier because now, he thought she was

liking someone felt like, he was certain about one thing – Brielle was different, and others simply wouldn’t do.

somewhat superfluous at the moment, discreetly made

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

Brielle’s hunger had returned with a vengeance.

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 and did not

Chapter 358

finally set her spoon down, Max

face, she still felt a thrill each time their

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

softened with a smile, sparkling like stars in the night sky. “Brielle, what’s on

Had Patrick seen the marks there?

project, did you know William is handling it

most mood–breaking

clear the table, and then he undid