Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 719

Brielle arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International, and, as usual, Annie was the first person she ran into. However, Annie seemed to be in a sour mood today. She barely acknowledged Brielle’s greeting before resuming whatever she was busily tending to at her desk. With a lunchbox in hand, Brielle didn’t linger and entered Max’s office without knocking a privilege she had always enjoyed.

As the door swung open and she caught sight of five or six executives withiri, her face instantly stiffened. Some were standing others sitting, but all quickly overted their gaze when Brielle entered.

“The presentation is ready for you, boss, one of them said, noting the lunchtime interruption. “We’ll circle back after you’ve eaten.” The executives, avoiding any further eye contact, filed out one by one.

Frozen at the doorway, Brielle felt the lunchbox burning in her grip.

Max closed his laptop and raised an eyebrow at her lingering presence. With nervous energy, Brielle marched forward, her heart pounding like a drum solo as embarrassment washed over her. “Made you breakfast,” she said, attempting a casual tone

Max wrapped an arm around her waist, leaning in for a kiss, but Brielle dodged his advance. “Aubree’s waiting for me downstairs.”

She dreaded the teasing she’d endure from Aubree if she showed up looking too…glowing.

Max sighed and withdrew his arm. At his gesture of disappointment, Brielle’s heart twinged with reluctance. “Tll be back at Premier Palace tonight.”

Adam’s apple bobbed. His gaze raked over her, and his voice roughened. “I’ll make it

understanding. They’d both been so busy tangled in–miscommunications, and now was their

reconnect

solemn office seemed to bloom with romantic bubbles at her arrival, but with the executives due to

to leave, but

to see him touch his lips – the

his neck and planted a quick kiss on his

of the previously departed executives, who, upon realizing the situation, clamped the door shut again. “Sorry for the

could disappear from the planet. Blaming herself for succumbing to temptation, she stormed out, avoiding any eye contact as she headed straight for the private elevator, jabbing the button

feeling overheated, she found Aubree’s eyes on her as she slid into the car. “Your

lips, realizing the light color had bled beyond their edges. Aubree, with a smirk, handed her a tissue. “Mr. Dorsey must get a kick

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response, and drove them to Stellar

up soon. They parted ways in the

the hallway, Brielle greeted young artists from Stellar Stage, all beaming and shyly calling out,