Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 424

Her fingers tensed momentarily, but she couldn’t pretend she hadn’t seen it.

Max’s hair was slightly coarse, and from her vantage point, she could see the perfect arch of his proud nose. Brielle’s mind was awash with thoughts, yet she ultimately refrained from asking directly.

Max sensed her standing behind him, lost in thought, and reached back to catch the tip of her pinky with his hand.

From a man like him, such small gestures could sweep you off your feet. Brielle’s cheeks flushed, but the mysterious kiss mark also left a sour taste in her heart.

Thinking she was feeling unwell, Max suggested, “Brielle, I’ll take you to the hospital for a check–up.”

Hospital. Check–up. That would mean her secret would be out.

The words Max shared with Michael the night before haunted her, and she didn’t have the heart to reveal the truth at this moment. Any hesitation on Max’s part could shatter her defenses.

Max took his jacket, ready to head to the hospital, but Brielle stood tall. “I’m really okay. You focus on your afternoon tasks. I remember you have an important meeting later, but I probably won’t be able to attend. I need to go home and grab some documents.”

Max was still worried, but Brielle changed the subject. “Didn’t you return to Premier Palace last night?”

nodded, the fatigue visible in his brow. “There was

since their return to the city, and Martha seemed to be struggling to adapt. Something here seemed to trigger her innermost fears. Doctors abroad had already said they needed to find the root cause of her condition.

had rushed over last night, staying with Alivia to soothe his

there too?”

heavily on her.

how that kiss mark came to be. She had deliberately angered Alivia,

a taunt – don’t think you’re special to Max. He may sleep with you, but he’s not done with me either. You,

about the ‘next time or the time after? Alivia’s presence was like a ticking bomb, ready to explode at

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affection for Max. If Brielle were to lose faith in

stepped forward and buried her head in his chest. Around Max, she always retracted her outward thorns, so

asked me to stay away from

to abide by them until she grew stronger.

touch, not even a fingertip, but frequent meetings

I’m not that

eyes, feeling weary.