Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 700

“Max, are you heading home?” Annie asked her eyes gleaming with a subtle light as she stood behind Patrick and Max

Patrick, observing Max’s slightly flushed cheeks and the drunken warmth in his eyes, knew that any more work at the office was out of the question tonight. Despite not being completely wasted, Max definitely needed some rest.

Annie, ever so considerate, slung her purse over her shoulder and stepped aside to hail a cab.

“Patrick, why don’t you take the boss home to sleep it off? I’ll grab a cab back. After you drop him off, remember to fix him some food for the hangover,” she said, turning to leave.

Patrick was pleased with her initiative. He opened the passenger door of the car so Max could climb in.

Just as Max was about to get in, a yellow object rolled to his feet. A little girl, bundled up in a white puffy jacket with a butterfly bow on her head, rushed over to pick it up. It was an orange that had rolled right to Max’s feet. He bent down to pick it up and handed it to her. The girl, barely reaching above his knee, looked up at him with big, grape–like eyes that blinked innocently. Those eyes reminded him so much of Brielle.

wish. Those same pure, pained, yet defiant eyes met his gaze. That kind of

orange with careful hands, blinked her watery eyes, and then ran back to a man

perched her on his shoulders. “Really?” He

is so

through the window. The man

had a daughter, she’d probably be just as

gaze away.

in the car, but Max felt suffocated and asked Patrick to turn it off. He then rolled down the window, letting in the chilly outside air, hoping

inevitably heading to see Ms. Brielle, He could only hope

at Dorsey International, occasionally glancing out at the city lights and feeling oddly comforted by

fray. What would she say to Max