Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 664

Max patted her cheek gently, grabbing a moist towelette from the car to clean the tips of her fingers.

It was cold. Brielle’s fingers recoiled.

When the car finally pulled up to the nearest hotel, Max ordered Patrick to ensure Annie was taken to the hospital while he carried Brielle into a room. This was the second time she’d gotten plastered. If he didn’t intervene, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could’ve ended up sharing a drink with her.

As soon as they entered the room, Brielle felt herself pressed down onto the bed. She couldn’t breathe and struggled to push the weight off.

This time, Max was serious. Her chin was grasped firmly, and there was no escaping the deep kiss.

It wasn’t until dawn that Max finally released her. Brielle, exhausted, had long since passed out, her body bruised and battered.

The comforter was pulled up to her chest, the room’s heater was cranked up high, and beads of sweat moistened the strands of hair on her forehead. Brielle was too tired to

open her eyes, but she vaguely felt her hands tied and a blindfold over her eyes.

“No more,” she murmured, pushing away and opening her eyes. The blindfold obscured her vision, making everything unclear.

Halfway through the night’s drinking, her consciousness had blurred. Kenzo hadn’t warned her the liquor would hit so hard,

What else did she remember? Right, she remembered seeing Max with his new secretary.

“Mmm.”

cold sweat broke out over her body as she struggled to remove

flipped her over and pinned her chin for another

The moment Max untied the necktie from her wrists, she yanked off the blindfold. Seeing the person in

anger.

Bastard!

his composure restored, knotting the tie he’d used on

such a

put loud but found her throat

night before. There was a deep bite mark on Max’s collarbone

him, and he hadn’t yielded. In her haze,

hadn’t come for you, you’d be carried off to a hotel room by someone else after getting drunk?” Max glanced at her as he adjusted

and she dropped to her knees. She qursed him again in her

not to be truly angry with her. He hesitated when he saw her kneel and her knees redden. After all,

was furious and tried to

sound was sharp in the tense air, and silence

It wa

intentional.

than his face. It felt like a vice grip on her chest,

Es

a fugitive. Once in the

forehead, regretting the slap. Her mind was

her phone rang. It was Kenzo checking

to the Premier Palace, Brielle went home. She had to nurse her hangover. Her stomach churned until she sipped