Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 860

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for his reply; her lips landed softly on his.

Max's hands shifted from her waist to her back, patting gently in a comforting rhythm. The pressure of the kiss lightened. Their positions switched in an instant.

Brielle was indeed tired, too weary to move, so she simply raised her hands to encircle his neck. He was gentler than before, occasionally kissing the corners of her eyes in a soothing manner. But Brielle was truly exhausted. Her hands slowly dropped, and she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, she woke up still nestled in his embrace. One of his hands was tapping away at the keyboard, while the other cradled her head, keeping her securely by his side. This gesture filled her with a sense of security, prompting her to nuzzle contentedly in the palm of his hand.

Brielle didn't rush to speak or get out of bed. Instead, she indulged in the warmth a little longer. When room service arrived with breakfast, she finally made her way leisurely to the bathroom to freshen up.

During breakfast, she wanted to share the secret she'd been harboring with Max. But the thought of the mute man lurking in the shadows cast a gloom over her, and she listlessly picked at the food on her plate. "Brielle?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you have a beef with that steak or something?"

Brielle looked down at her plate. The steak was poked and prodded into an unappetizing mess. Max swapped her plate for a classic American breakfast nearby. "What's up? You seem distracted. Something on your mind?"

Brielle shook her head and silently sipped her soup. After eating, she stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, admiring the view outside. Max took a call on the side. His phone had been off the night before, and as soon as he turned it back on, it was bombarded with calls. But he handled them all with ease.

her, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

just trying to figure out what's real and what's not." This identity had been hidden for over two decades.

her ear and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I'm off to see the professor. Want

was curious about this so-called professor as well. It might be good to tag along. But when they arrived, they were informed that the

pulled Brielle into his embrace. "Got

had been out of sorts all morning, even somewhat adrift. Now, faced with his question, she genuinely didn't

at the

was indeed

room. A servant

venet

two had left. The professor's face was covered bushy beard,

down the newspaper, he took a sip of his bitter, aromatic

couldn't bring yourself

shook his head gently. "You

have let you meet her. If it had been someone else, she

do you keep

turned icy as he gripped his coffee cup. "You're overstepping." A chill of menace filled the room. The shadowed figure