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.

daydreaming and approached her, wrapping his arms around

to figure out what's real and what's not." This identity had been hidden for over two decades. The longer she stayed, the more she

ear and rested his chin on her shoulder.

him ask, "I'm off to see the professor.

might be good to tag along. But when they arrived, they were informed that the professor had gone to

and he pulled Brielle into his embrace. "Got any plans

of sorts all morning, even somewhat adrift. Now, faced

back at the

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professor's face was

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

bring yourself to

cup of coffee. The professor narrowed his eyes, then shook his head gently. "You should learn from Annie. That kid has never known emotion, so she

her. If it had been

why do you keep

chill of menace filled the room. The shadowed figure bowed his head slightly, silently