Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 433

She was kissed breathless, gasping for air,

Max swallowed the pill, took the bottle from her hand, and placed it on the table, turning to his

mother.

Martha’s complexion had already changed the moment she saw him enter. Now, seeing Mar voluntarily take birth control, she stood up in a rage. “Maz! What in the world are you doing?

“Mother, what about you? What’s the reason for this?” His tone was indifferent as he released

Brielle’s chin.

Martha trembled, feeling as if she couldn’t breathe, on the verge of passing out. “A man, you’re a man… how can you take birth control? You’ve lost your mind!”

Martha felt a wave of weakness and fell back into her chair. “You would have her take it, but it might as well be me, Mother. You do understand the nature of Brielle’s and my relationship, right?”

Max had rarely opened up to Martha. From a very young age, he had never depended on her. but Martha had always tried to be kind to him, and he could feel it.

Unfortunately, Martha’s troubles came too early, and Max never really experienced maternal

love.

she was the one who had leaked the information. If she admitted

a bit, but now it seems your

Martha had a strong hostility towards her from the moment she walked in, which she couldn’t have mistaken. Then Martha had directly asked if they had done the deed, not what their relationship was, and when

sanatorium unless Martha had guessed that

deep breath and grabbed Brielle’s hand. “Mother, if you refuse to see her, I

loss for words. She turned to Brielle, her tone regaining composure. “Ms. Brielle, just remember what I told

into a corner, and Brielle was quite certain Martha was not joking. The

sensed her stiffness and drew her into his embrace. “Mother, whatever

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the same. If there’s ever another chance for you two to meet in the future, I hope

in fury but knew she couldn’t be

his heart was undoubtedly leaning towards Brielle. If Martha continued to make a fuss, it would only make Max care

heavily for a few moments. “Are you trying to kill me?” Her face turned deathly pale, and her fingertips curled so tightly they

Brielle towards the door. “Walt

down Brielle’s spine. Brielle knew he was angry, but she had no choice. Her eyes fell, and that feeling of exhaustion spread from the depths of her heart. It felt like the whole

the car, she turned pale and leaned against a nearby tree, feeling queasy. The birth control pills, though not swallowed, cast a long shadow over

a pain starting in her stomach. She sat down on a nearby bench and saw several