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.

be a TV show that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I could ask Kenzo to write a script just for you.

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

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

Max was willing to use one to placate a woman. If Kenzo knew, even someone as mild–mannered

11:50

Max would be on

over by now. But it was because of

yet their souls drifted

kissed her hul monog com to her earlobe. He

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

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tried to escape, he turned her car to face him directly, trapping her between the

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disregarded in all his years at the top. His heart had felt tingled these

because of

hesitated, looking at her intently for a

in her throat, fearing he might

you like someone else?” There was hesitation and uncertainty

“No, that’s impossible!”

she also realized the better and kinder Max was, the more

seemed bearable as long as it wasnt