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.

Max was quite emotionally reserved, but seemed even more emotionally impoverished

well that she might compensate for everything he was missing. She had to be better for him. That was

silent vow.

they didn’t bother going up to the roof to watch the night’s fireworks. She picked up the unfinished scarf and continued knitting. Just as she

he held a book in one hand, the other resting gently on

of her

at the cover, and knew what he was

a moment as she watched him, his gaze lowered, reading intently. His long lashes

thought to herself that, no matter what the future held, she would always remember this moment. That night, they went to bed without making love,

ell asleep

her phone was flooded with messages wishing her a Happy

messages–one with New Year’s greetings and another about

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

many had

company, and gone bankrupt due to liquidity issues. That twenty billion would hit the

The overseas process was much simpler than back home, and

with a single word,

New Year’s wishes, but one message took her by surprise. It was from Kenzo, and it was just a