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

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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?]

Kenzo sent back three question marks, wondering if one of his dramas had caused an issue. He even checked the trending topics on social media, thinking his script might have caused an uproar big

was

was the first time Kenzo had been on the receiving end of Max’s ire, and he

up Aubree’s contact. [Next time, bring

the message, she thought she’d read

her

it several times

out of the blue, he was reaching out to her. But she had already been warned by Brielle not to let slip a word to Max, probably because

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you got

there was no answer.

sobbing into her pillow with her body twitching from the

swollen, and she looked a mess.

when exhaustion

was completely gone, leaving her unable to answer Aubree’s call. So she texted back. [I’m sleeping now. I

respond, probably

doctor came in and saw Brielle’s swollen eyes, she felt a pang of sympathy. “Ms. Brielle, you should stop crying.

have the energy to respond. Her head lay listless on

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

remained silent, as still