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.

meant for the truly brave and skilled. Brielle, being a rookie, nervously made her way

some sporty casual wear, looked surprisingly youthful. Yet,

out of the hotel long before Max

a nosedive. Now she knew exactly how Max felt

like being submerged in a

Max was quick to turn down the advances,

started to feel the burn-a reminder of their late-night

stuck with me, which slope would

with his glasses and helmet, exuded a confidence that was

asked with a

a bit of praise from their

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

then took off down the slope, performing with a skill that drew applause from all around. Brielle's heart swelled with pride, albeit

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the Dorsey family's high standards, proof of

finished, the blonde