Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1032

Brielle often found herself tangled in a web of doubts. She had always told herself that until Max showed any signs of affection, she wouldn't let herself fall for him first. But back then, she lacked confidence. Why would Max ever fall for a woman who had brazenly made the first move? Why had her attempts worked when so many others had failed? Was he really that drunk that night?

Her brother once mentioned during a meet-up abroad that Max had an incredible self-control around women-strong enough to spend an entire night with one and remain unaffected. Could a few drinks really change that, making him spend not just one, but two whole nights with her?

This doubt always lingered in her mind, yet Max's unwavering affection for her seemed to dispel all her uncertainties. Why couldn't it be her? Maybe she just caught his eye, or perhaps he had been moved by her from an earlier moment, thus allowing her actions. But one thing was undeniable-Max had always treated her exceptionally well, never once letting her down.

So, in Beaconsfield, when someone suggested she was just a stand-in, she could confidently refute them. It was impossible; she wasn't anyone's replacement. The way Max looked at her-that was something you couldn't fake. However, faced with Kenzo's words from the night before, Brielle found herself at a loss for words.

so similar to Max implied the existence of another woman. And at that time, Max-or rather, a different persona within him

resistance on those drunken nights? If so, Brielle feared she might indeed be living in the shadow of

Max to return-the Max who saw and loved only

felt a pang of heartache. She didn't know how long she had been waiting there, but as dusk fell, the car that

was a

emotions and nervousness. If her suspicions

She hesitated, eventually retreating

to her car in fear. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to leave, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar gate