Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 556

Brielle greeted Ricardo and they stood amidst a gaggle of giggling children, with smiles. plastered on their faces. Later, they moved and unpacked items together. All those

photographe landed on Max’s phone.

Max was out like a light, the sleeping pill having taken quick effect. Even in slumber, a “light frown creased his forehead.

Exhausted from helping unpack, Brielle could barely lift a finger. She hadn’t eaten since noon and was now sprawled on the couch, panting with her eyes closed, devoid of any energy.

Driving back to Premier Palace was out of the question at this point; she couldn’t even muster the strength to stand up. She leaned back and succumbed to sleep right there on the

couch

Ricardo glanced at the still–excited children, now playing with their new toys, and placed a finger to his lips in a hushing gesture. The children immediately caught on and quieted down

“Will Brielle catch a cold sleeping like that?”

you give her

lurking around them, ready to snapshot any closeness between the two and send the images at lightning speed to Max. The innocent act of Ricardo covering Brielle with the blanket while she was oblivious in her exhaustion

to an outsider.

Brielle knitted a scarf snug in Max’s embrace during the holidays while he read her poems by Borges, word by

eight in the evening, and Brielle hadn’t returned. She had said she’d come home every night, even if she visited the company branch, instead

the door. “Mr. Dorsey.

case.”

donning a suit,

In the last image,

turned heavy, bitingly cold.

his status, were

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witnessed Max’s fury for the first time. He’d seen the photo, too, and besides being incredulous, he was stunned. Ms. Brielle rarely let a man get that close. No

meeting was still on, but seeing Max’s

his voice icy, “Patrick,