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?”

don’t you give her your

throw blanket and draped it over Brielle. It was as if cameras were always lurking around them, ready to snapshot any closeness between the two and send the images

to an outsider.

embrace during the holidays while he read her poems by Borges, word by word. The corners of her lips

hadn’t returned. She had said she’d come home every night, even if she visited the company branch,

brow, Max was alerted by Patrick’s voice at the door. “Mr.

case.”

a suit, Max opened the

last image, was Ricardo covering Brielle with the blanket. Max’s knuckles whitened, and the phone was hurled against

turned heavy,

his status, were devastatingly effective.

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and besides being incredulous, he was stunned. Ms. Brielle rarely let a man get that close. No wonder Max was livid

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

voice icy,