Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1475

He was desperate for another child with her-so much so that it even filled his dreams. Before they set off, he'd grilled the doctor multiple times to make sure her health was top-notch. He figured their honeymoon was the perfect opportunity to try a bit harder, charming her

into the idea more often. But Brielle, being as meticulous as she was, left him no room for maneuver.

If it were King, he might have resorted to sneaky tactics, like poking holes in the condom. But Max could never bring himself to do something like that. Midway through his cigarette, a thought caught him off guard. If King was truly gone, why was he feeling this way? If they had really become one, shouldn't he be the one considering such underhandedness?

He frowned, putting out his cigarette in the ashtray and feeling an unexpected wave of irritation. On his way back to the room, he took a pit stop in the bathroom, scrubbing the smoke smell off himself with care. As soon as he saw her curled up on the bed, his heart melted. Climbing in beside her, he gently pulled her into his arms.

Brielle snuggled closer, finding a comfy spot against him, her voice soft and dreamy. "Mmm, Max, why aren't you asleep yet?" He was about to answer but noticed her eyes were tightly shut-she was talking in her sleep. He chuckled softly, tracing his fingertip along the bridge of her nose.

When Brielle woke up, the first thing she did was reach for her swimsuit from the night before. She'd picked it out carefully in Beaconsfield, and it was particularly alluring. But spotting the torn remains on the floor reminded her that Max, in his eagerness, had ripped it apart. It was her favorite, and she felt a pang of loss. She dug around in her suitcase and pulled out a pink swimsuit instead.

Max walked in just as she slipped into the pink one, and his eyes widened at the sight. It looked even better than the last one, highlighting her porcelain skin. He could already imagine the stares from other men if she wore it out. His mood darkened instantly. Oblivious, Brielle was searching through her jewelry box for a necklace to match. She finally settled on a pink gemstone necklace, adding an anklet that glimmered with every step. Max's gaze followed her every move, especially when she fastened the anklet, his brow furrowing.

""Take it off."

paused, finally noticing him. She stood up and gave a

been in a state of bliss, practically glowing. Her hair was tied back in a simple low ponytail, her radiant face could

firm. He mentally ran through her wardrobe but remembered she'd mostly- packed swimsuits for

Patrick right away.

ski resort. Brielle and I

"Weren't we planning to stay here for a

blanket and wrapped it snugly around her. "Didn't you

right now. This messes

to enjoy the island vibe later 'll buy an island. We'll take little Zhi Liao and Noir with us. It get Patrick to look into it,

air. "Does it smell sour in here?

he was in the

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