Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 452

Time and space seemed to slow to a hush.

Outside the window, starlight sprinkled down, and the night breeze threading through the office. seemed to move more gently.

Brielle was supremely uncomfortable. If she had known he would just stand there like some kind of guardian statue behind her when he entered the room, she wouldn’t have pretended not to notice him. Now, if she initiated a conversation, he would definitely realize she had been. intentionally ignoring him.

The sensation of ants crawling under her skin was unbearable, partly because he was her boyfriend and partly because he was her high–powered boss. Being silently scrutinized by him like this doubled the pressure.

What on earth did he want?

Brielle squirmed in her seat.

Max just watched her as she tapped out a string of gibberish, yet maintained an air of seriousness. He observed her fingers tremble as if she was about to give up. He sighed, approaching slowly, and leaned in to wrap his arms around her from behind.

“Brielle, what’s on your mind?”

If there was one area where Max wasn’t adept, it was definitely understanding women.

Her body was immediately enveloped by a warmth that was neither sharp nor accusatory, but like a gentle spring breeze blowing across a pond, compelling her to lean into it.

Brielle’s hands, poised over the keyboard, froze. Her eyes flickered as she looked up to see her computer screen filled with a chaotic mix of numbers and text. He had been watching her pitiful act for so long.

She pursed her lips, realizing that all her pretense was futile in front of him; she couldn’t hide her sadness.

that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I

his way of consoling was so dominantly CEO–like, and had many

but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to spill were now being pushed

here, Max was willing to use one to placate a woman. If Kenzo knew, even

11:50

Max would be

been upset about something else and didn’t want to see Hay, she would be bes won over by now. But it was because of that child. The thought alone made

so physically close, yet their souls drifted further and further

Brielle remained silent, so he tilted his head and kissed her hul monog com to her earlobe. He forcefully turned her face towards

quiet, forbidden moment, where every hint of intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. If it didn’t stop,

d

he turned her car to face him directly, trapping her

why are

so disregarded in all his years at the top. His

to say it wasn’t because of him, but what if he persisted in probing?

intently for a

throat, fearing he might have discovered

said next was… “Do you like someone else?”

“No, that’s impossible!”

also realized the better and kinder Max was, the more her heart ached, the more regret she felt.

with relief. Everything else seemed bearable as long as it wasnt about that