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

of Brielle’s fingers weaving through his hair. There was always a faint scent about her, permeating

around her waist and slowly trailed his hands upward. Brielle squirmed as

now, weren’t

straightened up, feeling guilty. “Then go

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

had guessed who had taken her away that evening. Brielle felt a heaviness in her heart, sensing that Max was more dangerous now than ever before. It was as if a positive answer

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over between him

giving

giving up

it in the nearby storage box Max embraced her from behind, enveloping her completely. “Next time, I won’t

with hum.

intent

was no saint. Ryan and William had been eyeing him like a piece of meat, waiting for

She was selfish.

don’t

lightly, and buried his head into the nape of her neck. The warmth of his breath tickled Brielle,

heart softened, and he led her downstairs. Wesley had already started setting the table and couldn’t hide the smile in his eyes when

knew how to dial up the romance; he even prepared candles for the occasion. She felt a

Wesley, he and the staff