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.

Pearl Estate. Impatient, she opted for the stairs, unaware that

elevator finally arrived, Max shared it with Spencer, who was sweating bullets and frantically

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

Max passed by Spencer,

the sweat trickling down his face betrayed him. He stayed silent as Max exited the building, his

his actions as trivial

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

heart pounded at the thought of Max turning

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elevator, dialing Max’s number.

heard the ringtone and looked down silently. Patrick sensed the tension and suggested viewing

Patrick’s mention of New Year’s Eve struck a chord–Brielle had no one. Her parents rejected her, the Haywood

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