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.”

out over her body as she struggled to remove the blindfold. This wasn’t the Premier Palace;

flipped her over and pinned

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

anger.

Bastard!

He was already dressed, his composure restored, knotting the tie

such a

loud but found her

before. There was a deep bite

he hadn’t yielded. In her haze, she’d bitten

be carried off to a hotel room by someone else after getting drunk?” Max glanced at her as he adjusted his tie, then moved to leave the room.

out of bed, but her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees. She

He hesitated when he saw her kneel and her knees redden. After all, he’d teased her all night and had just deliberately frightened her. Leaving now would be no better than acting like an jerk.

tried to lift her. Brielle was furious and tried

in the tense air, and silence followed.

It wa

intentional.

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

Es

her purse, and fled the hotel like a fugitive. Once

rubbed her forehead, regretting the slap. Her mind was too cluttered for explanations to sound

Kenzo checking if

Brielle went home. She had to nurse