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?"

carrying her into the master bedroom and gently laying her on the

lights went off, he leaned in,

tightly in his, and she heard him say huskily, "Others

way. Brielle was just Brielle, her background

his eyes and heart proved that she

her lips, light

long as you want, from now on,

now

of relief and acceptance. Even without

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

neck, her eyes brimming with tears

stroked her hair, his eyes

the town of Beaconsfield was anything but peaceful.

have thought that Brielle was from an orphanage, but she

gossip spread like wildfire,

just a warehouse guard. That house he got was

dropped out

got a real job,

bear to make him work. Their welfare checks barely add

wnovel

all handed to

mom, what about her? Only got an elementary school education. It's laughable. With a

law, and a lazy brother