Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 689

But Mason just couldn’t fathom why Tiffanie could be no heartiens un to not even pick up the phone. Was she giving him the silent treatment before breaking it off for good? Or had he disappointed her on bed?

It was a touchy subject that he wouldn’t dare ask Belle to probe into, He’d have to wait until he could ask Tiffanie face–to–face.

Brielle, upon hearing this, zoned out for a moment, She wasn’t exactly heartbroken, but the feeling gnawing at her was uncomfortably close.

The texts she’d sent to Max had all vanished into the ether, and the one she’d sent out two hours ago, as n feeler, still hadn’t been answered.

Brielle had really believed that Max liked her, but his current evasion was making her unexpectedly. nervous. Moreover, that scarf she’d seen on Annie only added to her swirling thoughts.

If only Max would give her some kind of sign, she’d be bold enough to fight for him a little harder. But if he truly saw her as just a stand–in, she doubted she’d even have the strength to take another step.

“Brielle, you should really get some rest,” Mason advised, noting her pallor. “If there’s any news on Book, I’ll let you know right away.”

Brielle mustered a weak smile. “Thanks, I’ll rest up in a bit.” Though once they’d hung up, she did little more than sit on the couch, lost in thought.

As the sky outside darkened, and she watched the city lights flicker to life, a familiar loneliness crept over her. She was reminded of the holiday decorations at Premier Palace, the fairy lights that had adorned the place, and the wreath on the door that had brought a sudden sting to her nose.

Max, too, was gazing at the shimmering city lights, his mind a whirlpool of thoughts. A lit cigarette dangled loosely from his fingers, the fiery ember nearing bare skin, but he seemed blissfully lost in the distant radiance, unaware of the

eyes in the midst of the hazy

respectfully behind him. “Sir, I’ve spoken with Beaconsfield College. They’ll release

acknowledged the news with a detached

better of it. A hundred words from him couldn’t measure up to a single word from Ms. Brielle. But the

Iking

finality. She had the energy to confront her fans but

turning to leave, only to hear Max’s voice. “Patrick, do you think she wants to break up with

often heralded the end. This realization made

cigarette burned to his fingers, finally snapping him back to reality

the thought of breaking up

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in love meant it

head, still pectful as ever. “Sir, love doesn’t always last a lifetime with the same person. Sometimes, you start off thinking it’s right, but as you go along, you realize it’s not. You keep going until you find