Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 918

As Max had pointed out, Brielle was trapped in a kind of emotional dead end, her maternal instincts so powerful that she didn't even notice how wary she had become of everyone around her.

Even in her nightmares, she'd clutch her belly protectively, as if shielding her unborn child from unseen dangers. She wasn't aware of it, but Max saw everything with perfect clarity.

Ramey's eyes met Brielle's, his voice soft and easygoing. "I had a chat with your uncle about your likes and dislikes. Never heard you were this shy around new folks. Or is it just that my face could scare a ghost?" He joked, his demeanor relaxed and friendly.

"No, it's just that... since Brent left, I guess I'm still getting used to things," Brielle admitted, her hand instinctively moving toward her stomach. Remembering Ramey's presence, she stopped halfway and instead used her hand to steady herself against the couch. Ramey noticed the aborted gesture but didn't comment. Instead, he gently asked about her hobbies and what she enjoyed doing in her free time.

After just a few questions, Brielle started to look visibly uneasy, her eyes flitting to where Max was on the phone in the garden, silently pleading for him to finish his call and come back to her side.

What Brielle didn't realize was that this was all part of a plan Max and Ramey had cooked up: Max stayed in her line of sight to keep her relaxed while Ramey took the chance to ask his questions. Leaning back, Ramey gave the signal to Max-it was time for him to return.

Brielle missed their subtle communication, but the moment Max ended his call and sat down next to her, she let out a sigh of relief, a smile spreading across her face as she reached out to link her arm through his. With Max by her side, she was a different person entirely.

In nature, it's common for a female to rely more on her mate during pregnancy. It's a natural instinct, and humans, being complex creatures, face even greater emotional challenges during such times.

his fingers with

completely, her tension melting away even in

to his role as the ever-dutiful butler, Ramey

together, and

the meal, Brielle, feeling drowsy, headed

his teacup down, a

high alert, and her concern for the child is intense. We need to use deep hypnosis, but have you thought

his expression cool but tinged

looked down at his cup. "When do

around. need to spend more time here, build trust with her. Once

struck Ramey, and he couldn't help but ask, "Why did my cousin refuse to take on Ms. Brielle's case? He and that female doctor are close friends, and he's taken referrals from her before out of respect. He

seriously damage

mind."

face darkened. He hadn't been part of Brielle's life from the beginning, so her days under surveillance were mostly unknown