Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 402

Brielle was well aware that the young heir to Kingston Enterprises was no saint, but she hadn’t anticipated him being this reckless. No wonder he had been detained.

“If someone came to claim him, would you release him?” she asked.

“Of course not,” came the reply with a sly edge. “But for you, Ms. Brielle, I might just consider it.”

As long as he wasn’t released, William wouldn’t stand a chance. Therefore, Daniel staying put was actually to her advantage.

The man had already picked up his glass and was idly toying with it. “Men like Dustin and Max hold you in high regard, Ms. Brielle. I’m quite curious about you.”

“Do you fancy Max, Ms. Brielle?” The tone was casual, as if two old friends were catching up.

“Of course.”

“And do you love him?”

her fondness for Max, secure in the knowledge it wasn’t unrequited.

basking in the warmth of a cozy fireplace – you didn’t ask others what warmth was; you simply felt it. If you couldn’t feel it, or if you found yourself seeking confirmation from a third party, then it was absent. That was why when she

love was different – complex and yet pure. Affection was commonplace: true love was rare. It was an oasis in a long–parched

oases were indeed scarce, but the endless

her reticence, the man said, “Mr. Dorsey

escort you out.”

unsure of his

seated in the gazebo. His fingers caressed his glass, and

didn’t

quickly circled her, checking for any harm. “Thank God, I

relief. “Maxle would have killed me If anything happened to you.”

finished speaking. Max’s

the first place, avoided. Max’s

“Bang!”

and Tiffanie sauntered