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.

her to become quite the chatterbox. To others, this scene might seem

the fact that Brielle was willing to eat. Once full, she bade everyone goodnight, saying she was tired from the long wait and needed

left, an aging Wesley slumped into a chair, quietly wiping

everyone was thinking the same thing.

saying nothing. He would have to observe for

no nightmares, as Max was by her side. When she awoke, the dark circles under her

to sleep more but got up and went downstairs after Max left. The

soup

and ready.

about Brielle's absence from Stellar Stage Entertainment

x on her.

looking up. As the aroma of soup filled the air, she asked, "Who's the lucky recipient of your homemade soup?" "Max. He's

faltered

Aubree, one for Max, and one for herself. She went