Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 559

He grabbed the paperwork and turned to leave the master bedroom.

Brielle’s arms wrapped around his waist. “I really have a stomachache.”

“Brielle, enough.” Max shrugged off her hands, deliberately avoiding her gaze, knowing that one look would make him go soft. “You tried this same trick last time.” With that, he walked straight out of the bedroom.

Brielle wanted to follow, but a stabbing pain in her stomach anchored her to the spot. She quickly crouched down, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.

It wasn’t that she blamed Max. If she put herself in Max’s shoes and had seen Max hugging someone in a video, then going offline and returning home so late, she’d be livid, too. Trust was one thing, but in matters of the heart, even saints could be petty. If Max didn’t fuss over it, she would actually worry that he didn’t care enough about her.

Brielle sighed, torn between thinking he was being ridiculous and acknowledging the genuine pain in her stomach.

Oh, the irony. Was this her own “boy who cried wolf” moment?

She didn’t have the strength to chase after him anymore, feeling like she might pass out at any moment. She buried her head in her knees and curled up by the side of the bed, trying to ease the agony.

a bitter, rusty needle. One slip,

impending tears. The position only made her urge to cry more

standing less than a meter away. Max was there, with a warm glass

no one was around, they could brush themselves off and get up, but the moment someone offered comfort, it was as though the sky was falling, and the pain became

crouched down, his voice softening completely. “Take the

heart–wrenching. She wasn’t sobbing loudly but biting her lip as

a handkerchief and just awkwardly used his suit sleeve to dab

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mouth and brought the glass to her lips. Brielle glanced at him, then, with a hint of defiance,

“Aren’t them bitter?”

bitter than

the glass tightened, then relaxed as he offered a truce. “Have some