Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 414

Max had never truly understood the notions of fondness or yearning. His life was a constant climb, an unending quest for achievement, with scant regard for the journey’s joys.

He was a man devoid of excess emotion; even during the year Martha descended into madness, he remained stoic.

His father always said he was born to do business. But now, a curious new sentiment was taking root within him, warming him to the core and leaving him utterly disconcerted. He didn’t recognize this feeling as shyness; rather, it felt as if every pore was radiating heat. So, he never did utter the words, “because I found you.

His tone was even, and through the screen, Brielle couldn’t see the expression that played upon his face, but for Max, even in the midst of a tempest, one would be hard–pressed to see him furrow his brow.

Brielle paused, ensuring the trash bag was securely tied before heading downstairs. “I know.”

Ever since Max had given her that rosary, she had a hunch about his feelings. But now, things were different. She glanced down at her belly and thought it wasn’t the right time.

Her world was in utter disarray.

“Brielle, is your loss of appetite because you’re… jealous?” It was rare for Max, a man seemingly oblivious to the throes of love, to even recognize the concept of jealousy.

“No. I just need some rest.”

The hint of a smile in Max’s eyes faded slightly. Was she not jealous? He furrowed his brow. wondering if Brielle really liked him. Wouldn’t she feel uneasy knowing he was getting close to another woman?

I won’t be affected by these

of what he was feeling. He didn’t want Brielle to be upset, yet if she truly felt no twinge of jealousy, he

long as you trust me, that’s

hanging up, he pursed his

inside. Martha hadn’t rested long before she was up and smiling at Max, beckoning him over. “Max, come

large dining table by the window. Martha was already seated there, prim and proper.

walked over, taking a

door, noting Alivia’s absence, and frowned.

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leave? Max, how could you not Invite her to stay for dinner? After all these years, you

soup. “Aunt Martha, don’t blame Max. I wanted

at Max. “What are you waiting for? Max, go

impassive; he didn’t refuse but

she heard Max say. “As I’ve said before, soup–making is best left

face fell, a look of hurt flashing in

with the woman who might be his future wife. She quickly took Alivia’s hand, blowing on