Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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She bit her lip, and tears welled up in a storm, but the words she forced out were crystal clear.

Through the screen, Max couldn’t sense her emotions. But Max wasn’t a fool; he realized Brielle probably just needed to vent. “Then cry,” he said. “Let it out, and I’ll feel better.”

No sooner had he spoken than Brielle’s muttled sobs came through, like a wounded animal licking its wounds. “Yeah, how could the baby just be gone?”

Max had never been one to watch soap operas, and hearing Brielle’s sobbing now, he was convinced such things shouldn’t exist.

Once the sobs had a way out, they were hard to stop. Brielle really wanted to cry her heart out. but she teared it might make Max suspicious, so she suppressed most of the emotion.

Joy needed to be shared, and so did sorrow.

After crying for ten minutes, her eyes were sore, and tearing she couldn’t hold it in any longer, she said, “Max, I’m gonna keep watching, okay? Can you give me the day off?”

“Don’t stay up too late,” Max cautioned. He wanted to say more, but Brielle had already hung

1. UD.

Just then, Kenzo sent a message saying that the guest list for the upcoming barbecue was set. with no blabbermouths included.

Max thought about Kenzo’s line of work and felt irritated. [Can’t you scriptwriters take some responsibility for your audience?]

back three question marks, wondering if one of his dramas had caused an issue. He even checked the trending

was

time Kenzo had been on the receiving

the message, Max pulled up Aubree’s contact. [Next time, bring Brielle to something less

she thought she’d read it wrong.

her first?

scrolled through the chat, reading it several times just

been added as a contact only because of Brielle, and now, out of the blue, he was reaching out to her. But she had already been warned by Brielle not to let slip

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there was no answer. She tried

into her pillow with her body

swollen, and she looked

of her phone, she only stopped crying when exhaustion took over, blinking away the pain in

completely gone, leaving her unable to answer Aubree’s call. So she texted

didn’t respond, probably belleving her.

swollen eyes, she felt a pang of sympathy. “Ms. Brielle, you should stop crying.

respond. Her

was reminded of her own daughter when she saw Brielle and sighed. “It’s not impossible to conceive: It’s just

remained silent, as still as a