Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 939

Aubree was spot on-Max was in agony.

On one hand, he was terrified that if Brielle found out he had decided to terminate the pregnancy without her input, she would despise him. On the other, he dreaded revealing the truth now, worried it would shatter her already fragile state of mind. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place, every decision feeling like stepping into a minefield. To top it off, his migraines made each day an ordeal of tearing pain.

"Mr. Dorsey, Bri just went public with your relationship on Twitter. Don't you think you should acknowledge it?"

Max, about to massage his temple, paused at those words, his brow furrowing-clearly, this was news to him. Aubree looked surprised. The internet was buzzing with the news, and Max hadn't heard a whisper of it? "Because you haven't responded publicly, some folks are saying Brielle's practically throwing herself at you."

Online commenters could be relentless, dissecting Brielle's every move. After all, Brielle's success was soaring-tied to the meteoric rise of Stellar Stage Entertainment. As the company reached new heights, so did she. Her detractors scrutinized her life through a magnifying glass, eager to pinpoint any flaw they could exploit. Before, people admired her for rejecting Max's advances. Now, with Max's star waning, Brielle's sudden public acknowledgment had the rumor mill spinning-was she being too forward? "I don't have Twitter."

His voice was nonchalant, but as he finished speaking, he pulled out his phone. Aubree raised an eyebrow, puzzled.

tweeted a few times, and one of those interactions was

he only just managed to send emojis in chats with Brielle. As for Twitter, he scrolled through the few apps on his phone, which were mostly just

was just speaking off the cuff. Bri is adamantly opposed to discussing the child. I can't get through to her. I've never seen her so fixated on something. I doubt

grew somber. "She's

you love waste away. Every additional day with the child was a burden on Brielle's health. Now that even Aubree noticed, Max knew he had to make

only viable solution.

"Yeah."

lowered his lashes, redownloading

sofa. Every step Max took felt like treading on a knife-edge, and there were moments he felt he might collapse under the pain. Yet,

her

got fifteen million followers now. Impressive,

up for a while? His followers shot up by millions. Ricardo had no