Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 543

“I’m just guessing you would’ve heard about it, that’s all.”

Martha clamped her mouth shut, her hand gripping the mug so tightly it nearly shattered. Of course, she was aware of Michael’s request to Brielle, but she couldn’t bear it.

A flash of defiance crossed her eyes. “Max, does it have to be her?”

The defiance quickly faded, and her tone became indifferent. “No matter what happens in the future, you’ll always be with her, right?”

“Yes.”

The call ended abruptly. Max glanced at his phone before returning to the dinner table. His appetite had somewhat diminished, but he still offered Brielle a piece of crab. “Here, eat up. You must be starving.”

Brielle sensed his mood had darkened. She knew who had called and felt a twinge in her

heart.

No wonder even Tiffanie had been blaming her tonight. Being with Max seemed to isolate him from everyone else. She had nothing to begin with, so there was nothing for her to lose. This relationship had always been a greater sacrifice for him from the start. She didn’t even know what she could offer to make up for all that he had lost.

She told herself that maybe Max didn’t care much for kinship or friendship, but if he truly didn’t care, he wouldn’t have let Andrew punch him; if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have made. such an effort to send Martha abroad and ensure she was well looked after.

reserved, but seemed even more emotionally

once flavorful meal now tasted bland. She resolved to treat Max better, so well that she might compensate for everything he

silent vow.

to the roof to watch the night’s fireworks. She picked up the unfinished scarf and continued knitting. Just as she said she

the large floor–to–ceiling window, he held a book in

of her

stitches, glanced at the cover, and knew what he was reading. It’s a book. by Borges.

lowered, reading intently. His long lashes cast a deep shadow over his eyelids,

held, she would always remember this

ell asleep

wishing her a Happy New Year. Some

greetings and another

drop a whopping twenty billion on that piece of land. Once the government’s seal

many had

due to liquidity issues. That twenty billion would hit the

reply when Mason sent another message. The overseas process was much simpler

with a single word,

wishes, but one message took her by