Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 690

His long eyelashes quivered once more as he bent his hond to light a second cigarette. Through the hazy smoke, Patrick heard him say. “But I don’t want us to part ways.”

The sense of loss Max fell now seemed trivial compared to the devastation of parting with her. He was a businessman, after all, and when it came to choices, he always knew how to pick the most suitable one.

Patrick was speechless, silent for a few seconds before blurting out, “Have you fallen for Ms. Brielle?”

Max ticked the ash from his cigarette with a nonchalant gesture that seemed both casual and seductive. “I probably don’t know that… thing”

He said ‘probably‘ not definitely!

He never admitted to loving Brielle.

Affection was like a storm brewing in the heart. It often made it easy for him to embrace someone, But love seemed cliché, like a chemical reaction following reproduction. It felt dizzying at the start and then faded away, leaving nothing but a trail of failed marriages.

None of the Dorseys‘ marriages were happy. Didn’t Victoria love Everett? Didn’t Faith love Ryan? That was how cheap and selfish love was.

“I just like having Brielle around, it’s like…

Max couldn’t think of a good comparison. He initially thought of saying it was like having a v

well–behaved pet, but comparing Brielle to a pet seemed disrespectful. After all, in their circles, pets were just tools to be ordered about and discarded at will.

her shyness, her openness. This ‘pet‘ only showed her soft belly in front of him, blushing at his every word. Even when he had her pinned beneath him in bed, she was

lost interest in smoking, crushing the half–burnt cigarette out. Patrick

the air of smoke before lying down in bed. Brielle’s scent lingered faintly on the sheets. It was not strong enough to lift his spirits, but it deepened his sense of

didn’t even measure up to half of his

Well, let it be.

through an entire day of busyness without eating. Her stomach ached throughout the night, and she tossed and turned. When she

room.

sharp pain in her stomach struck. She quickly swallowed a couple of antacids, then clutched her stomach and slumped onto the

notifications. With one hand over her stomach and the other holding her phone, she scrolled through them. Her newly created Twitter account

John’s script is a rip–off of Amelia’s, and Stellar Stage Entertainment is backing

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Chapter 650

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Entertainment and John

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affair. Maybe she’s the one

Amelia’s page to find