Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 537

Spencer sneered inwardly as he approached Pearl Entate, noticing the lights still on. He had suspected that Brielle wouldn’t return tonight after she and Max left the Dorsey mansion, but to his surprise, it wasn’t Brielle who greeted him inside–it was Max himself, casually sitting on the couch

Weighing his options, Spencer recalled the watch incident from before. Max raised an eyebrow as Spencer confidently retrieved his belongings from a drawer, clearly belonging to him. How did Spencer have a key to Brielle’s place, and why were his things there?

“Uncle Max, I’ll leave you to it,” Spencer said, trying to mask the discomfort from the pain Brielle had inflicted earlier, which now oddly felt like a relief.

He hoped this mix–up would drive a wedge between them and pave the way for his own

advance.

Trying to gauge Max’s reaction, Spencer only caught a glimpse before Max took a sip from his coffee mug, seemingly unbothered by his presence.

Feeling a sting of humiliation but respecting the man’s status, Spencer’s fingers trembled as he closed the door behind him. Clutching the watch, he fought the urge to smash it against the wall, wary of making noise that Max might hear. Instead, he pressed the elevator button repeatedly, his frustration growing as the elevator seemed stuck mid–floor.

base of Pearl Estate. Impatient, she opted for the stairs, unaware

with Spencer, who was sweating bullets and frantically hitting the close button.

his lean hand holding the same laptop bag Patrick usually carried. Spencer swallowed hard, feeling a knot in

and as Max passed

his face betrayed him. He stayed silent as Max exited the building, his silhouette as stoic as an evergreen. Max handed the laptop bag to Patrick, who had

taking his actions as trivial as

Spotting the cold coffee on the coffee table, she rushed to the window and saw

the thought of Max turning

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to the elevator, dialing Max’s

tension and suggested viewing the New Year’s Eve fireworks with

them already,” Max replied, reminiscing about a beautiful display he had witnessed with her, one that couldn’t be topped. But Patrick’s mention of New Year’s Eve struck a chord–Brielle had no one. Her parents rejected her, the Haywood family despised her, and her ex–husband betrayed her. If he did the same, who would she turn to

Martha’s words from years ago: when you love, you don’t ask if it’s worth