Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 660

Even the so–called grabbing a bite was something she squeezed into her hectic schedule.

Brielle nodded, the lack of sleep evident in the faint shadows under her eyes.

Max watched her swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pinned her against the wall outside the elevator. He kissed her for several long minutes before striding away.

With a sense of loss, Brielle’s lashes drooped. As she lifted her hand to wipe her lips, she looked up to find several colleagues from the executive floor staring in shock not far away.

Oh, crap.

Not only were her colleagues from the top floor there but so were several executives from Dorsey International. Everyone seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

They must have exited the elevator in the wrong place–how else could they have caught Max and Brielle kissing?

The usually stoic Max had one arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head, looking like he hadn’t had enough of the kiss. His usual aura of unapproachability seemed to have dissipated somewhat. He even bent slightly to whisper something to Brielle.

Her face turned beet red. She had forgotten the time. It was Dorsey International’s office hours, and though it was still early, her top–floor colleagues were always diligent and the earliest to arrive.

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place, unable to snap out

wiped her lips, calmly greeting them–that couldn’t possibly be the same Brielle who had

eyes playing tricks on them, or had the world gone mad? Wasn’t Brielle Mr. Dorsey’s nephew’s

calmly stepped into the private elevator, and only once the doors closed did she slump against

it was over.

photo of Brielle and Max kissing. Although it was just a blurry silhouette, the morning sun’s golden light, the clouds

his embrace, and his whole dignified and fierce demeanor

internally at Dorsey International. Nobody was indiscreet

was still burning up. It was her first time being caught red–handed by so many people. Though she managed to greet

was about to

a new

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to them? Stellar Stage

an area she remembered was nearly set for demolition years ago. There were a few famous local eateries there. She had eaten at one during her college days, and the memory was fresh in her mind,

called out as she entered, seeing Kenzo sitting at the

slums, twisting and