Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 663

The back and forth between the two people completely disregarded Brielle as a human being. It was as if she was just some stray cat or dog, easily dismissed.

Annie took the candy from Murray’s hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. “Aw, come en, I’m not mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is nothing compared to what Max can do. If he catches us slacking off because we’re goofing around, we’re toast.”

Murray nodded, respectfully falling in step behind her,

The long corridor grew quiet in an instant, the lively warmth from the party room spilling out from the ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. She had no idea what she looked like. Her neck was craned slightly, her face flushed with a rosy tint.

The image of Max pinning her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through Kenzo’s mind like a movie stuck on replay.

He frowned, looking away, “Can you walk?”

Brielle heard someone asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes.

“Yes.”

“Alright, you’re on your own then.”

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He didn’t touch her again. Holding his drink, he just stood by her side.

“Sorry for the trouble.”

Even drunk, Brielle wasn’t one to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began to walk out.

the call could connect, a figure appeared at the end of the hallway,

in the scent of alcohol on her, felt a

shadows, handing over a fruit wine bottle and a script.

the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo explained quickly, “She asked for it and

resisting the

winced at the pinch, instinctively trying to

lifting her in his arms

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a human being. It was as if she was just some stray

hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. ” come on, I’m not mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is nothing compared to what Max

falling in step

party room spilling out from the ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. She had no

her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through Kenzo’s mind like

away. “Can you walk?”

asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes.

“Yes.”

you’re on your own

his drink, he

the

to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began

but before the call could connect, a figure appeared

alcohol on her,

over a fruit wine bottle and a script. “I was just about to call you, and here you

them, his frown deepening at the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo explained quickly, “She asked for it and claimed it was tasty.”