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

off, he leaned in, and everything happened so

tightly in his, and she heard

way. Brielle was

eyes and heart proved

moved from her cheek to her lips, light as a feather, treasured

from now on,

heart. Perhaps, from now on, Max would indeed be her

relief and acceptance. Even without parents, hadn't she made it through these

path more independently and resolutely than anyone, and now she could comfortably savor the call of the birds, the evening stars, the morning breeze, and the glow of the moon. As for family ties, their

wrapped her arms around Max's neck, her eyes brimming

his eyes cold and

town of Beaconsfield was anything but peaceful. The industry was

would have thought that Brielle was from an orphanage, but she

spread like wildfire, with a touch of

out about it, Kingston's just a warehouse guard. That house he got was inherited from

son dropped out

got a real

and couldn't bear to make him work.

wnovel

handed to

an elementary school education. It's laughable. With a background like that, does the Dorsey family really

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