Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 672

Kenzo’s gaze lingered for a moment before he looked away.

Max was sitting next to Jaired, who couldn’t resist the urge to fiddle with the scarf around Max’s neck. “Have I ever seen you wear one of these things before?”

Jaired’s hand hadn’t even reached out before Max swatted it away. Another crisis had just been averted, and Jaired could feel the tension in the air as if another bomb was about to go off.

Max was in a foul mood, and it was as if a chilling aura surrounded him. Jaired felt as though he might be cut by the icicles emanating from Max and instinctively retracted his hand, his fingers curling up slightly.

“What’s with you guys tonight, all acting like you’re on edge? Just now, Andrew was outside going off at his sister, then came in looking like he was ready to commit murder, and you’re not far off from that state either.”

Max took off his coat, carefully placing his scarf on top of it with a deliberate gesture. Beneath the coat, he wore a suit, clearly having just finished some business negotiation. He casually unfastened his cufflinks and tossed them onto the couch.

Jaired was tempted to ask about the deal Max had been working on, but sensing his bad mood, he decided against asking and getting an earful.

Jaired’s phone rang. He pressed the answer button, and his brain exploded with urgency. It was Tessa again. He grabbed Max. “To the parking lot! Something’s happened to

Andrew!”

their differences, they never completely cut

hear Tessa’s piercing screams and the sounds of a brawl. As Max and Jaired approached, they saw Andrew in the

palms were dripping with blood, but he seemed

had tried to harass Tessa.

was Tessa who had called Jaired, worried that Andrew, in his current state, wouldn’t be able to

underground parking lot, connected to several entertainment venues, was a notorious hangout for

gave a final kick to one

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to meet such resistance

barely holding on. He had just been discharged from the hospital, his body still healing from injuries, and

his eyes bloodshot as he tried to light a cigarette, hands shaking, but before he could get it lit, the cigarette was snatched away. He looked up, ready to lash out, only to find Max standing there. His irritation

his brow furrowed in disapproval. “Looking for more

out to grab Max’s collar. Max glanced at the blood on Andrew’s hand with disdain and kicked him away. Andrew landed with a thud on

his high

glanced at Tessa, still teary–eyed, and couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You two are getting married in a few days, and the news is already out. Do you want your bride to walk down the aisle with swollen eyes? Doesn’t Tessa have health issues? With your constant brawling, she’ll end up back

reason returned, and he

in