Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 499

He still remembered the jolt of fear that had struck him then, so intense it made him spit blood in a fit of fury. Someone had dared to harm the child she carried within Brielle, the woman he adored and couldn’t bear to see hurt. Max even wanted to make everyone involved pay a steep price, no matter who they were.

But luckily, Brielle wasn’t pregnant.

If Alivia were here, she would be astounded to know that Max had overheard her and Sydney’s conversation that day. He had pretended not to, but every move she had made since then had become a joke to him.

Max frowned slightly, unwilling to dwell on that moment any longer. On one hand, he was shocked by Alivia’s true nature; on the other, the thought of Brielle being pregnant had shaken him to the core. And he had been kept in the dark, clueless.

Overwhelmed by anger, he could feel the taste of iron rising from his chest. Even now, his heart ached as if pricked by needles.

“If we ever have a child, let’s have it. Don’t worry too much,” he said, his voice low and reassuring. He could sweep away all of her worries.

Brielle looked up at him, slowly wrapping her arms around his waist. “Okay.”

Max breathed a sigh of relief, saw her expression soften, and his lips curved into a smile.

a welcome–home party for Jaired tomorrow night. Would you come with me?”

hesitation. But they had just humiliated

“About Kenzo…”

invited us, which means he’s come around. Besides, the guest of honor is Jaired. Kenzo is just organizing it, and Jaired is a Riddle. The Riddles have always held office. I’ve known Jaired since we were kids. It’s rare

been on edge these past few days, and a chance to unwind was welcome. The child matter turned out to be

the lips and said, “I’ll let Kenzo

gone to great lengths to screen people, looking for individuals who were tight–lipped. But this time, there was no need for

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a child, Michael could only

in Brielle’s mind, more enchanting than any sweet nothings in the

the criteria for selecting a partner have always revolved around three dimensions: physical attractiveness, personality, and control over social resources. It is often said that individuals who score high in all three aspects are scarce commodities at any given time. But someone like Max, who not only maxed out each aspect but even exceeded them, what kind of existence was he? Just the

into the car, Max

phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. She braced herself, expecting