Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 417

“Just rest if you’re tired,” he said as he lay on his side, pulling her close by the waist.

Brielle turned to nestle into his embrace, hearing his lingering question. “Sure, you don’t want. that cartoon–themed down jacket?”

So that was still on his mind.

In Max’s eyes, Brielle was unlike any other woman. She might’ve appeared dull, but her thoughts were more intricate than anyone’s, never demanding anything from him, nor voicing her own needs. Yet, that very fact left Max on edge, always fearing he might inadvertently. cross some unseen boundary and accumulate enough disappointments in her to walk away in silence.

Brielle was like the shattered bits of colored glass in a kaleidoscope, tiny and fragmented, hidden deep within, and impossible to fully see.

Max was willing to fulfill all her wishes if only she would ask, but she never did, so he remained clueless about her desires.

“No, let’s just sleep,” she replied.

Max’s arm, draped around her waist, tightened, and he gave a reassuring pat. “Okay, let’s sleep.”

sleepy. It wasn’t that she was rejecting Max’s affection; it was just best

he got going, there was no end in sight, which completely contradicted his seemingly reserved exterior. It was

the sound of running water soon. filled the room. He had already taken a shower that night; he probably wanted to cool down his urges

guilt, Brielle was just turning over when her phone by the bedside

the type to keep looking for something better while he had something good,

her abroad for convalescence, away from the troubles of Beaconsfield. So

persisted, especially intrusive in the dead of night.

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up Alivia, but while effective, that tactic also disrespected Max himself. So,

stopped, and his voice

tone was

call at this hour likely meant something about his mother, “Can you take it for me?

a bit embarrassed when he

doing him any good in this chilly weather. But wasn’t all

her utmost respect. Now, he was deferring to her to handle a call from another woman. Sometimes, Brielle

down at the phone, a slight smile curving her lips. Since Max had agreed, she wouldn’t hold back.