Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 542

Max still had the hairdryer in his hand when he noticed the troubled look on her face, causing a pang in his chest. He quickly set down the hairdryer and approached her. “It’s not what you.

think.”

His fingertips gently lifted her chin, tilting her face up as he softly explained. “Andrew came locking for a fight.”

Brielle’s eyes narrowed instantly, and her sadness evaporated, replaced by a surge of anger, The last time he had a bruise on his cheek was from Andrew, and now Andrew had the nerve to get physical again. What was his deal?

Seeing her expression returned to normal, Max breathed a sigh of relief. “I let some info leak online. Tessa got so wound up she ended up back in the ER, and Andrew lost it.”

“Isn’t that what she deserves?” Brielle’s tone was bitter, her fists clenched tight.

Max couldn’t help but chuckle and handed her the hairdryer. “Yeah, she had it coming.”

Brielle plugged the hairdryer into the socket, grabbed his hair with her left hand, and with the hairdryer in her right, she diligently went about drying his hair. “You didn’t fight back?”

“I did. He’s probably still in the hospital.”

“Good for you.”

Brielle felt a lot of her anger dissipate. “Don’t go easy on him. This mess isn’t our fault. When Tessa and I fell into the water, she was the one who pushed me first while my guard was

down.”

as much.”

always a faint scent about her, permeating the air and seeping into his pores,

upward. Brielle squirmed as he found a ticklish

me just now, weren’t you?” She must have misunderstood something again.

straightened up, feeling guilty. “Then go ahead,

next move left her frozen in place. His fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt, and he looked

that Max was more dangerous now than ever before. It was as if a positive answer would seal Spencer’s fate. How would that be

15:15

over between

not giving up, is

should be giving

in the nearby storage box Max embraced her from behind, enveloping

with hum.

a lethal intent in

it? No way. She was no saint. Ryan and William had been eyeing him like a piece of meat, waiting for a chance to take Max down, without hesitation. If she now asked Max to hold back, it was akin to cruelly

She was selfish.

then, don’t hold back.”

into the nape of her neck. The warmth of his breath tickled Brielle, and she couldn’t help but turn her head to dodge it. “Let’s go downstairs for dinner, that king crab is

started setting the table and couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes when they arrived. “Ms. Brielle, I’ve decanted the wine. You and the gentleman can enjoy a glass tonight. There’ll be fireworks to

up the romance; he even prepared candles for

set by Wesley, he