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

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

got up to head to the bathroom, where the sound of running water soon. filled the room. He had already taken a shower

phone by the bedside began to ring. She cursed her sharp eyesight and immediately

wasn’t the type to keep looking for something better while he had something good, so he must have

away from the troubles of Beaconsfield. So if Brielle ever showed displeasure at Alivia contacting Max because of Martha, that would be Alivia’s cue to

especially intrusive in the dead of night.

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women, and picked up the phone at such a moment to rile up Alivia, but while effective, that tactic also disrespected Max himself. So, she got up, took the phone, and knocked on

and his voice came through, “Who is it?”

Brielle’s tone was calm,

a call at this hour likely meant something about his mother, “Can you take it for me? Ask what’s needed. I’ll be a few

when he mentioned a few minutes.

blushed, thinking how the cold shower wasn’t doing him any good in this chilly weather. But wasn’t all of this her

refusal to touch her earlier, showing her utmost respect. Now, he was deferring to her to handle a call from another woman. Sometimes, Brielle even felt that seducing Max had been the most correct decision

a slight