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 slope was nearly empty, meant for the truly brave and skilled. Brielle, being a rookie, nervously

casual wear, looked surprisingly youthful. Yet, his charisma was undeniable, drawing attention even in

before Max started attracting admirers like bees

exactly how Max felt when others were flirting with

was like being submerged in a sea

Max was quick to turn down the advances, staying

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

"Max, if you weren't stuck with me,

cool with his glasses and helmet,

to see?" he asked with

all, everyone loves a bit of praise from their partner;

you," Max said, heading toward the professional slope. The blonde from earlier was

off down the slope, performing with a skill that drew applause

en novelxo

exceptional, a standout even by the Dorsey family's high standards, proof of his extraordinary talent in everything he

Max finished, the blonde