Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"What's on your mind?" Max tilted her face towards him, scanning the confusion etched across her features, his brow furrowed in concern. "Something bothering you?" She was sitting right next to him, close enough for him to quickly pick up on her mood shifts.

Brielle shook her head as a grape popped into her mouth. It was sweet, a burst of sweetness that reached deep into her soul.

"Is it about that TV show crew?" Max's tone was casual as he continued, "I'll have Patrick prepare, and we'll acquire the sponsor of this production team."

Brielle found it amusing, but as she laughed, she pursed her lips and felt a hint of bitterness. "Now there's going to be even more talk about me not being good enough for you." She had let her innermost thoughts slip out without intending to.

Max fell silent. He was looking down, his high nose bridge prominent, his forehead slightly covered by his naturally falling hair, partially concealing his eyes.

Brielle wanted to say something to ease the tension, but her throat tightened. What could she say?

After all, wasn't there some truth to her words?

"Brielle." Max called her name.

"Yeah?"

"Hungry?" "No."

"Good."

She wanted to ask what he meant by that, but in the next moment, she was swept up in his arms, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.

When she realized what he intended, her cheeks flushed, "Aren't we about to have dinner?"

into the master bedroom and gently laying her on the

lights went off, he leaned in, and everything

tightly in his, and she heard him

that way. Brielle was just Brielle,

made it into his eyes and heart proved

her cheek to her lips, light as a

long as you want, from

surged through Brielle's heart. Perhaps, from now on, Max would

Even without parents, hadn't she

savor the call of the birds, the evening stars, the

Max's neck, her eyes brimming with tears as

his eyes cold

was anything

have thought that Brielle was from an orphanage, but she also had

spread like wildfire, with a

just a warehouse guard. That house he got was inherited from

son dropped

never got

and couldn't bear to make him work. Their welfare checks barely

wnovel

handed

about her? Only got an elementary school education. It's laughable. With a background like that,

a maid for a mom who's had run-ins with the law, and a lazy brother to boot. Geez, can someone's birth circumstances