Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 532

The air was thick with tensiun Brielle felt like a convict being marched to the gallows, undergoing the ecrutinizing gaze of those around her

She noticed Max hadn’t approached yet, and whispered just loud enough for the two of them to hear “Ta okay, Max. Trust me, I can handle this.”

Max’s lips tightened for a moment before he reluctantly took a seat on the couch.

Spencer, sitting nearby, couldn’t help but let a smirk of irony cross his face. He had thought Max was quite fond of Brielle, but it seemed that was all it was. When it came down to it, and the senior members of the Dorsey family gathered, Max didn’t dare openly defend Brielle. It was pitiful,

His gaze bore into Brielle, searching her face for a trace of fear. He couldn’t let go, even now. Just looking at Brielle made his heart ache, an ache so severe it felt like death.

His nostrils flared with bitterness, his eyes red and hot with unshed tears. Every day, he pondered on how to break them apart, even fueling the fire online. He did everything within his power, only to push Brielle further away.

Spencer clenched his fists tightly, his eyes never leaving Brielle as if he wished to devour her whole. Yet, Brielle didn’t panic. She sat quietly, waiting for Michael’s next words.

Michael lifted his cup, his tone authoritative. “Do you realize you have no right to cross this threshold?”

At that, Max’s expression darkened with defiance, “Father.” His tone was firm.

outside is far harsher than anything I might say. Or do you

where to strike. Michael’s presence was powerful, not sharp, but

the Dorsey clan nodded in agreement, clearly finding

the room were Brielle and Everett. Brielle had the courage to face the situation, while Everett simply didn’t care about the

straight, her eyes clear upon hearing Michael’s words. “Michael, I’ve always believed that caring too much about

because of you. If you feel no guilt, it proves you don’t love

hard. He spoke sparingly, but every word counted.

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those inside would perish, and he wouldn’t allow his most promising son to be

rift in Max’s heart. He might’ve been certain of his love for Brielle, but how sure was he of hers? Max trusted himself, but did

he trust Brielle?

uttering a harsh word, every phrase was a needle to

threatened to harm Max. Michael intended to make this

a calculated choice for me; he’s a conviction I pursue despite knowing better. He lacks