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.

invited me to a welcome–home party for Jaired tomorrow night. Would you

elope, she’d nod without hesitation. But they had just humiliated the Barnes family the night before, and Kenzo had been there. Could he really let it slide?

“About Kenzo…”

honor is Jaired. Kenzo is just organizing it, and Jaired is a Riddle. The Riddles have always held office. I’ve known Jaired

unwind was welcome.

the lips and said, “I’ll let Kenzo know that you’ll attend in my girlfriend’s

gone to great lengths to screen people, looking for individuals who were tight–lipped. But this time, there was no need for that. Even if others wanted to report or complain, what difference would it

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bombshell had already been dropped. As long as they didn’t have a

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

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,

the car, Max glanced outside. “Alivia,

herself, expecting it might be Michael. But when she answered, Alivia’s voice