Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 940

Ten days until the next dose of meds, and the pain was already unbearable. Ethan knew it would only get worse as the days dragged on.

He pulled Brielle close, resting his chin on her shoulder from behind, watching as she kept scrolling through Twitter, occasionally tossing out comments about some celebrity.

"Remember when Keiran signed up for Twitter? He practically crashed the app with all his followers. Dude's on fire. Now he's making movies. That flick's gonna sweep the awards."

Ethan squinted slightly and extended a finger to swipe across her phone screen, stopping on a tweet Brielle had posted in a moment of boldness. Now, with Ethan's eyes on it, she felt a twinge of embarrassment.

But with over three hundred thousand comments, deleting it would only stir up more drama, with accusations of lying and such.

Ethan chuckled at the post.

Right in front of Brielle, he whipped out his own phone. The app was re-downloaded, but he had to fiddle with identity verification. A minute wasted, and he was logged in.

His sole follow was still Brielle.

quite get the hang of Twitter. He tapped into Brielle's profile, found the tweet, and left his mark-a

enough. He retweeted it with three

just a jumble of characters-and yet, he'd downloaded this app repeatedly for her sake.

such desire. If he had something to say, he'd say it to Brielle

considering Brielle had openly acknowledged their relationship-something she'd previously hidden-Ethan thought,

of comments, found Ethan's, and replied with a

that obscure account to

phone remained downstairs as they lay in bed, oblivious to the

Thinks he's Max because she

Delusional much? Get help, not

made some guy behind the screen daydream, she'd

his girlfriend? Try showing some serious intent with five

who'd keel over at a fifty-thousand

chatter, combined with the movie's buzz and Brielle's active Twitter, became a

ve, his

under