Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 455

“I just don’t know what she’s thinking sometimes.” Max spoke with a casual detachment. “Brielle tends to keep a lot bottled up.”

A slight smile tugged at Alivia’s lips as she heard this. Alivia knew that even if it were someone else in Brielle’s shoes, they wouldn’t spill the beans to this man either.

From Brielle’s perspective, the child was gone, and that was a fact no one could change. If Max found out, he wouldn’t just clash with Martha, but maybe Michael would get involved too, and before you know it, the whole Dorsey clan would be up in arms. And as the heir to the Dorsey estate. Max would undoubtedly bear the brunt of the chaos.

The more Brielle cared for Max, the tighter she would hold onto this secret. But the more she kept it to herself, the more she suffered alone. Sooner or later, her emotions were bound to collapse.

Moreover, Alivia had made up her mind. Tormenting Brielle was just the beginning. She would slowly make Brielle realize the consequences of taking what belonged to someone else.

“Aunt Martha mentioned Ms. Brielle today. It seems like she’s caught on to your relationship.” Alivia added.

Max glanced at her, his gaze unintentional yet probing..

Alivia rushed to clarify. “I never mentioned anything to Aunt Martha, but you know how perceptive she can be when she’s lucid.”

too close for comfort, so there was no reason for her to stir trouble. “I know,”

sigh of relief, a trace of resignation appearing on her

of person I am. If I really wanted to force you into marriage, playing the damsel in

on Max. But that would mean losing his heart forever. What good was a title without love? She

barbecue. Not sure if

wanted to attend, but being tight–lipped as ever, he didn’t reveal the guest list. Alivia had found out that some of the

uncertain whether he’d attend. If he brought Brielle along. it would be quite the spectacle, with Brielle becoming

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Chapter 455

I’m taking Brielle for a breath of fresh

time. “It’s getting late, and even

reached the nursing home’s entrance, Alivia bid

night air for a moment, the cold breeze sharpening his senses. Just as he was about to head to his own vehicle, Alivia emerged from hers. “Max, can you give me a lift? I’m out of gas, and I can’t even

Given that she was here to see Martha and that they had known

“Sure.”

to ride