Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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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?”

why don’t you give her your

were always 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.

Max’s embrace during the holidays while he read her poems by Borges, word by word. The

was eight in the evening, and Brielle hadn’t returned. She had said she’d come

was alerted by Patrick’s voice at the door.

case.”

up and donning a

flooded with new pictures. With each swipe, his expression turned icier. In the last image, was Ricardo covering Brielle with the blanket. Max’s knuckles whitened, and the phone was hurled against the wall, shattering

heavy,

tactics, though unbecoming of his status, were

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being incredulous, he was stunned. Ms. Brielle rarely let a

meeting was still on, but seeing Max’s dark mood, he tried to make himself as

lips pressed together, his voice icy, “Patrick, call her.”