Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 428

He lit another cigarette, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

If Brielle were pregnant, then she’d surely tie the knot with Max, and if she married Max, then Spencer would lose his shot forever. They’d be a happy family of three, and his resentment, those deep–seated, soured affections, would just fester in some dingy corner, fermenting and rotting away.

Even when he and Brielle were engaged, she never talked about having kids. But with Max, she barely hit the sheets and–boom–bun in the oven.

Damn, Brielle. Damn it all!

Spencer punched the wall again, shaking with fury. He couldn’t quite place this feeling. He had not felt like this even when he was with Lillian.

It was as if his soul was about to leave his body.

After chain–smoking ten cigarettes, his clothes reeked of smoke, and the floor was littered with butts. Spencer rubbed his stinging eyes and finally opened the emergency exit.

Several people were already standing outside. They looked surprised to see him with his red–rimmed eyes. Spencer ignored everyone and trudged back to his desk, a lost soul amidst

the cubicles.

he nearly tripped at the door. Max’s brow furrowed at

lifted his gaze blankly to Max. He had always looked up to Max, a towering mountain before

Grandpa had said, “A guy like Max comes once in a century.” So, as a junior, Spencer had long given

was entwined with this man, and perhaps this stark contrast made Brielle leave without

endure her hostility and sneers. His clenched fist trembled at his side, lips quivering before he asked. “Uncle Max, do you want

so he simply looked away. nonchalantly,

petty squabbles with a junior lacked dignity,

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swirling in Spencer’s mind was “never thought about it.” This meant that Brielle

him, and Sydney. Sydney would keep tight–lipped and not spread the word, which left

must never be born. It had to perish in Brielle’s womb. But he

might just have the means.

Spencer failed to mask his emotions. Max, sitting across from

a mountain on his shoulders. It had been ages since he’d felt such oppression; his insides felt crushed, painfully so. “Uncle

aura receded. “We’re in the office, call me Mr. Dorsey.”