Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 558

She frowned as she flicked on the living room lights, her eyes settling on the silent figure lounging on the couch. An inexplicable twitch pinched at the center of her brows.

“Max?”

Her voice camed across the room as she stepped out of her shoes at the entranceway and slowly approached. She was wearing her favorite pair of white slippers today, while Max’s feet were adomed with his usual black ones.

With each step, Brielle felt the gnawing pain in her stomach grow more unbearable. Yet, she could sense the minutiae of emotions radiating from Max even the ends of his hair seemed to broadcast a message: he was sulking.

She had told herself during the company meeting earlier that day that she wanted to be the face of the operation – the idea person, the talker, the one who wasn’t afraid to network.

A relationship, she mused, was akin to starting a business together. Max was the hands–on type, accustomed to working and giving in silence. He hadn’t believed in affection at first, but now that he did, he was at a loss about how to salvage or deepen it. He was always one to act more than speak, his negative emotions something he preferred to digest alone.

In this partnership, Brielle still wanted to be the outward–facing one. If issues weren’t immediately addressed, they festered into knots in Max’s mind. Perhaps his fondness for her could overlook these knots, but if a bigger storm erupted one day, those knots would spread and strangle them both.

Brielle sat down beside him and tentatively reached for his hand. Max pursed his lips, his anger still present, but he didn’t pull away. He knew well enough that there was nothing between Brielle and that young man, and that it was all his father’s manipulation, but if one were to remain utterly rational in matters of the heart, it couldn’t truly be love.

but emotionally, he needed

Entertainment has been exploiting him. They’ve only paid him about ten grand over three years. I had Finance increase his base salary, and he

the orphanage were too glaring to ignore. Her soft spot for Ricardo, borne out of shared experiences, was undeniable. Even her

be spoiled,” Andrew had

Chapter 558

lesson, and he pulled his hand away with a

Get some rest.”

was indifferent, Inced with a chill that sent a shudder through Brielle. She couldrit help but follow him, although Max didn’t look back at her. However,

pain almost unbearable now, but she knew how to handle

Max.

was key. Max was the type who could be worn down by a persistent

Brielle, despite her agony, followed close on his heels. Even when Max went to

still cared, Max’s tone softened

was pale, and her voice strained as if the next word would be accompanied by the