Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 490

Max was keenly aware that if this continued, Brielle’s situation would become dangerous once Michael turned his back. Max didn’t refuse, slowly stood up, and gently took Brielle’s hand, without any hint of shame. “Brielle doesn’t really know anyone here, and she’s quite reserved. Dad, we’re going to head out.”

Reserved?

Those in attendance nearly choked on their own disbelief. The girl who had the guts to walk in here solo, was reserved?

But Michael just gave Austin a casual glance, his smile unfading. “In that case, let’s consider Spencer and Sophia’s engagement settled. We’ll send someone to arrange the venue.” It was a classic deflection, shifting the spotlight back to the evening’s protagonists.

The others quickly jumped on the bandwagon, as if Brielle was but a brief interlude, quickly forgotten. But everyone knew that wasn’t the case.

Max had rejected a strategic alliance with the Barnes family, choosing instead Spencer’s ex–fiancée. A real–life fairy tale!

No matter how turbulent the thoughts of those present, they had no choice but to suppress them and see the play through to its end.

The original leads of this drama, Spencer and Sophia, looked anything but the star–crossed lovers; one was as pale as a ghost, and the other wore a smile not reaching their eyes, neither sparing a glance for the other. They were preoccupied with their own thoughts.

and Max had already stepped out.

the moment Max intertwined his fingers with

urge to bite down on the shoulder before her, hoping the pain would

her plan foolproof, yet it had become her most embarrassing moment. She tried to quell the shaking of her body, to no avail. Without turning,

knew of Max’s relationship with Brielle, they would only become more conspicuous. Alivia

even more, struggling

pushed her over

hitting the wall, reached her

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but a hand covered her vision. It was

over Alivia’s eyes spared her the sight of Max pinning Brielle against the

emerge at any moment, and members of the Dorsey and Rowland families might appear. But Max seemed oblivious to all, his hand cradling the back of Brielle’s head, his lips claiming hers, a siege of passion.

poise. Now, shy and unsure, she cautiously placed her hands on his waist, timidly grasping the hem of his shirt like a child. They were