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.”

that she was rejecting Max’s affection; it was just best to be

no end in sight, which completely contradicted his seemingly reserved exterior. It was

the room. He had already taken a shower that night; he probably wanted to cool down his urges with a cold shower.

bedside began to

had something good,

troubles of Beaconsfield. So if Brielle ever showed displeasure at Alivia contacting

persisted, especially intrusive in the dead of night.

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have played the same game as other 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

of water stopped, and his voice came through,

Brielle’s tone was calm, betraying nothing.

something about his mother, “Can you take it

embarrassed when he mentioned a

any good in this chilly weather. But wasn’t all of this her doing?

respected 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

down at the phone, a slight smile curving her lips. Since