Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 561

Brielle quickly spooned a mouthful of warm oatmeal to him, “Mr. Dorsey, you’re really kind. I swear I won’t do it again. No matter how busy I am, I’ll make sure to call and update you on my whereabouts. Come on, eat up please.”

Max had always known there was a cheeky streak in Brielle–how else could she have ended up straddling his hips that first time they got together, daring to kiss him even after he woke up?

But to the outside world, she was the epitome of cool poise, only ever letting her guard down with him.

Only for him. He was special.

With that thought, the last bit of his broodiness vanished. He took the bowl of oatmeal and spoon from her, bringing it to her lips instead, “Thought you had a stomachache? You eat first.” Brielle was truly famished and felt the acid in her stomach, so she didn’t put up a fight. She quickly ate half the bowl and followed it with the bowl of soup, finally feeling some warmth in her belly.

Seeing her color improve, Max breathed a sigh of relief. When he’d come back and found her sitting alone on the floor, it had pained him like a needle to the heart.

He took his time eating a modest portion of the oatmeal until he felt a slight fullness in his stomach, then had the dishes cleared away.

let out a sigh of relief. Now, everyone could sleep peacefully.

hour and feeling no more discomfort in her stomach, Brielle pulled Max towards the bathroom to freshen up. Once she was clean and back in bed, she had intended to do something

and she caught Max’s scent, her eyelids started to droop, and she couldn’t resist wrapping her arms around his waist. “Max, I’m off to sleep,” she murmured, her voice

a folder of acquisition

the dim light of the bedside lamp was the only illumination. Just as Max was about to turn the page, he felt a movement beside him, followed by a kiss

to sleep

lips, suppressing the

Brielle drifted off into

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bed coughing while Alivia handed her a tissue. “How did you get

a fainting spell due to online backlash. Her generally

flicker of hatred passed through Tessa’s eyes. In her dreams, she replayed the humiliating scene of her fumbling at the piano, an embarrassment she had never before experienced, now festering in her