Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 503

Brielle’s cheeks burned with a rush of heat as she hastily snatched the box from the pile.

“I got this one. You guys take care of the rest,” she said, cutting off any potential response from the others as she quickly whisked the box away to the master bedroom.

With the door securely locked behind her, the feverish tension that had gripped her began to dissipate as if she had narrowly escaped disaster. Tentatively, she touched her still–flushed cheeks, alarmed by their heat.

In a flurry, she pulled out the contents of the box–a few assorted items from the alleyway market–and carefully stowed them into her bedside drawer.

Her eyes couldn’t help but dart to the assortment of item. Max did have a knack for shopping. A fresh wave of heat colored Brielle’s face as she made sure there were no other bizarre surprises within the box. Breathing a sigh of relief, she felt as if she had narrowly avoided at social catastrophe in front of so many.

When Brielle returned downstairs a half–hour later, Max was nowhere to be seen, so she decided to break out the yarn she had bought. After all, Christmas was just around the corner, and she had to work overtime to get her projects done in time.

She glanced out at the backyard where a lush greenhouse garden bloomed, a riot of color even in the dead of winter, tended to by a top–notch horticulturist.

Settling down, Brielle turned to Wesley, who was nearby. “Wesley, could you please pass me some paper and a pen?”

playing at the corners of his eyes as he saw the yarn by her side. He instructed the chef to prepare some pastries and coffee, setting them down on the table beside her.

on one end. But considering his stature as a CEO, flaunting his name around his neck seemed a bit tacky. After revising several times and designing a variety of fonts, she finally scrapped them all

the nursing home after a

“Mother.”

entered to find Alivia spoon–feeding Martha some

heart. So, after parting ways with the others,

best of health today. She could sense Alivia’s mood was low,

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that even Michael had no sway over

since she had seen Michael. They didn’t resemble a

a bit when

Martha, who had fainted

becoming apparent, and every fainting

bed, expression neutral as he adjusted the blanket over her. At this gesture, Martha’s heart softened. “You are always so busy with work. You visit me less