Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 404

Max tasted the bitter sting of jealousy for the first time, as if a glass of lemonade had spilled over, sour and unrelenting. He glanced down at Brielle, feeling the chill around him grow colder by the second.

Brielle shivered slightly, puzzled at the sudden shift in his mood.

“Did you let Dustin wrap his arms around you?” he asked, the jealousy in his heart seeping into his words.

Brielle was taken aback. Had Dustin hugged her? She couldn’t recall for sure, but she remembered feeling unusually at ease around him. She knew Dustin was a charmer, but from the first time they met, his gaze upon her had been nothing but genuine. Now that she thought about it. Dustin had indeed embraced her. A flicker of guilt crossed her face.

That flicker was enough to intensify the jealousy swirling in Max’s chest. He took a deep breath. pulled her into an embrace, and then slowly guided her towards the plush bed by the floor–to–ceiling window.

Brielle resisted a little. “I’d like to take a shower.”

Max pecked her on the lips, sensing her reluctance, and let her go.

wardrobe before retreating to the bathroom. As soon as the sound of running water filled the bathroom, Max heard a knock at the door–it was Wesley, the butler.

bowing respectfully, “there are a few

but he wasn’t comfortable with just any facility, hence the meticulous selection process. Martha had suffered her incident back home. and Max

study. The computer was on, with several people waiting on the other end for an online meeting. Dorsey International had a diverse portfolio, but it hadn’t ventured into healthcare. If anyone in Beaconsfield had clout in the medical field, it was

renowned hospitals. Without hesitation,

Rowlands, aware that Martha would be in their care, were on high alert, leaving no stone unturned to ensure her comfort.

arrangements, the study door opened. Brielle entered, her hair loose and wearing a silken nightgown that highlighted her

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the shower had flushed her skin, making

at the sight. He shut down his computer, walked over to her, and pressed her down onto the soft leather sofa in the study.

into the sola’s cushioning embrace.

water. Her skin flushed even more, yet he kept her pinned beneath him, carefully observing every nuance of her expression. He wanted more than just to see her belly exposed;