Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1476

Max was packing their bags when he heard her sigh. His fingers paused for just a moment before he went back to it.

"Take it easy, I've got this," he assured her.

Brielle sprawled out on the bed, feeling a bit let down. Here she was, all dolled up with nowhere to go. What a waste, she thought.

Max worked quickly, getting their luggage sorted in no time, then handed her a comfy set of clothes.

"Slip these on, we're heading out soon," he said.

Brielle let out another sigh but did as she was told. The outfit was her usual choice for a laid-back day, nothing too flashy, which seemed to sit well with Max.

Once they were on the private jet, Brielle found all her skiing gear neatly laid out for her. She had only ever skated on ice rinks, never on real snow.

A day later, they arrived at the snowy mountains, and the sight of the vast, icy expanse took her breath away-it was a whole different kind of beauty from summer's warmth.

After settling in at the hotel and shaking off the jet lag, she was eager for Max to teach her how to ski.

professional levels. The professional slope was nearly empty, meant for the truly

surprisingly youthful. Yet, his charisma was undeniable, drawing attention

before Max started attracting admirers like bees

took a nosedive. Now she knew exactly how Max felt when others were

like being submerged in a sea of

down the advances,

while, her legs started to feel the burn-a reminder of

"Max, if you weren't stuck with me, which slope would

looking effortlessly cool with his glasses and helmet, exuded a confidence that was hard to

asked

a bit of praise from their partner; it's a

the professional slope. The blonde from earlier was there, greeting

politely, then took off down the slope, performing with a skill that drew applause from all

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even by the Dorsey family's high standards,

Max finished,