Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 509

Max and Brielle were now an item, out in the open for all to see. Yet, Brielle couldn’t shake the feeling that her happiness, every minute and every second of it, was somehow stolen.

After Brielle hung up the phone from explaining the previous night’s events, she stared blankly at the ball of yarn before her until a slender hand picked it up. Following the hand, her gaze met Max’s.

Max had wrapped up his work and, noticing the embryonic shape of a scarf in her hands, raised an eyebrow. “Getting close to done?”

Brielle chuckled. Knitting a scarf wasn’t exactly a quick affair, and with tomorrow’s dinner party, it would take even longer to finish it. She wanted to wear it before Christmas, but that would mean hustling.

“Not even close.”

Max set the yarn down and sat on the nearby couch. “Will I be able to wear it before Christmas?”

“Are you in a hurry?”

Although she had promised it as a Christmas gift, Max seemed more eager than ever.

Max nodded seriously. He was indeed anxious – after all, he had already bragged about it, and if he didn’t wear it soon, Andrew’s sharp tongue wouldn’t let him live it down.

“I’ll try to finish it within three days.”

So that night, when Max awoke at 2 a.m., he saw Brielle still working by lamplight. He instantly regretted pushing her.

get

Max suggest sleep.

endearing. Expecting her to sleep in, he was

the second–floor balcony, he watched her silhouette against the greenhouse’s vibrant flowers, finding the scene utterly enchanting.

the group, saying he had set off

sharp, his looks clean–cut and striking. Dressed in black boots with perfectly tucked pants and a tall frame, his presence was like the onset

and surveyed the outside world. The driver in front didn’t dare strike up a conversation. In their circle, Jaired was known for

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his peers.

Max fall for someone outside our

see what this

Max in the group. [Bring

Jaired was prepared for no reply. After sending the

a hotel in the suburbs, half an hour’s drive along a winding mountain road

breeze through the cracked window. Max buttoned her coat

– it was Mason calling. Mason was unaware of her recent activities and rarely called,

voice. “Brielle, the company’s going

beat. Her eyes narrowed at the news. Mason sure