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

sleep. she

her to sleep in, he was surprised to find her up at

balcony, he watched her silhouette against the greenhouse’s

saying he had set off

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

his phone, Jaired chuckled and surveyed the outside world. The driver in front didn’t dare strike up a conversation. In their

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among his

fall for someone outside our usual crowd?” he mused, finding it perplexing.

phone aside. “Well, I’ll see

in the group. [Bring your

seldom chatted, and Jaired was prepared for no reply. After sending the message, he

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

sat in the car, cheeks flushed from the cold breeze through the cracked window. Max buttoned her coat up to the top. “Button up, I don’t

as she was about to speak, her phone rang – it was Mason calling. Mason was unaware of her recent activities and rarely

voice. “Brielle, the company’s going public in the States today. Got

a beat. Her eyes narrowed at the news. Mason sure moved fast. Their