Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 992

Ramey was the first to snap out of it, nudging Wesley urgently. "Brent, better get on it, Mr. Dorsey and Ms. Brielle haven't had their dinner yet."

Wesley stood there, frozen, before slowly making his way to the kitchen.

Brielle, arm-in-arm with Max, settled onto the couch. Meanwhile, Ramey bent down to pick up the shattered porcelain pieces from the floor, then grabbed a mop to clean up the coffee stains. These chores weren't really his to do, but he needed something to keep his hands busy and to calm his nerves.

On the couch, Brielle chatted away about recent events-Aubree's movie smashing the box office with three billion, Keiran being swamped with shooting, and then a rant about King being all mysterious and sneaky, moving without a sound.

"Max, you're the best. You always take such good care of me," she said, taking a sip from the glass on the table before offering it to Max.

Max nodded, gently patting her head. Quickly, Brielle poured him a glass. "Your business trips seem to take forever. Must be exhausting, huh? I saw Patrick jetting off abroad too. Dream Tech Designs must be swamped, right?"

No sooner had she spoken than the chef and several servants bustled in with dinner. Brielle sat down next to Max, attentively serving him, though to onlookers, it seemed like the food was falling into an empty bowl.

subconsciously knew their time was running short, prompting her to become quite the chatterbox. To others, this scene might seem eerie, but the atmosphere in the hall was so somber that Brielle was the only one who seemed

Once full, she bade everyone goodnight,

left, an aging Wesley slumped into a chair, quietly wiping away tears. "What are we going

him; everyone was thinking the same thing. How could

nothing. He would have to observe for

as Max was by her side. When she awoke, the dark circles under her eyes had faded. Max said

Max

soup today. Can anyone

she was aproned and ready.

absence from Stellar Stage Entertainment

x on her.

aroma of soup filled the air, she asked, "Who's the lucky recipient of your homemade soup?" "Max. He's been so worn out from traveling; he needs a

faltered

for Aubree, one for Max, and one for herself. She went upstairs to call Ramey, who