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 could ask Kenzo to write a script just for you. and get some A–list stars to shoot it just for your viewing pleasure. How’s that?”

up, though his way of consoling was so dominantly

but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to spill

top directors couldn’t even secure a meeting with him. Yet here, Max was willing to

11:50

Brielle was well aware that if she nodded, Max would be on the phone

bes won over by now. But it was because of that child. The thought alone made every teaches, and even his tender breath felt like knives tormenting her skin.

yet their

He forcefully turned her face towards him, kissing her nose, and finally her

hint of intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. If

d

to escape, he turned her car to face him directly, trapping

why are you

disregarded in all his years at the top. His heart

because of him, but what if he persisted

Max hesitated, looking at her intently for a long while

was in her throat, fearing he might have

was… “Do you like someone else?” There was

“No, that’s impossible!”

it twice in quick succession. No one compared to Max. But she also realized the better and kinder Max was,

exhaled with relief. Everything else seemed bearable