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

her up, though his way of consoling was so dominantly

couldn’t help but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to spill were

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

11:50

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

it was because of that child. The thought alone made every teaches, and even

two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifted further

noticed that Brielle remained silent, so he tilted his head and kissed her hul monog com to her earlobe. He forcefully turned her face towards him, kissing her nose, and finally

quiet, forbidden moment, where every hint of intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

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Max clearly had no intention of stopping. When she tried to escape, he turned her car to face

are you ignoring me?”

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

opened her mouth, wanting to say it wasn’t because of

are you- Max hesitated, looking at her intently

throat, fearing he might have discovered

someone else?” There was hesitation and uncertainty

“No, that’s impossible!”

to Max. But she also realized the better and kinder Max

relief. Everything else seemed bearable as long as