Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Andrew’s world seemed to momentarily shatter as he took a deep drag of his cigarette, annoyance edging his voice, “Max, you’re just gonna let her reel you in like that?”

Brielle gasped for air, freed from his grip. It wasn’t her seducing Max at this point; he had been the one to lean in for the kiss.

Talk about a misunderstanding.

Max’s fingers grazed her cheek as he reached for his phone. As he was about to speak, Brielle’s lips silenced him again. If Andrew was accusing her of seduction, she might as well own up to it.

When the kiss finally broke, she noticed the call was still connected and curiously asked, “Mr. Clements, you haven’t hung up yet??”

Andrew was lighting his third cigarette, snorting coldly, “I just wanted to see how shameless you could be.”

Brielle’s lips twitched, finding humor in the situation. Was this tarnishing Max’s reputation?

She cleared her throat, taking the phone, “I had no intention of performing for anyone over the phone, Mr. Clements. Perhaps you should focus on how you’ll follow through on your promises.”

A dangerous glint flashed in Andrew’s eyes as he growled, “Nobody dares to threaten me like this.”

His words had barely faded when Max intervened, “Stop scaring her all the time.”

Andrew paused, unintentionally dampening his imposing aura, but quickly got irritated again, “Fine, I’m not scaring her. She seems bold enough to me.”

Brielle felt her ears burn. Max’s sudden interjection had left her mind

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reeling. She couldn’t help but glance at him. His garen were to d detached, as if the intimate moment held no sway over him.

Her heart ached, and she averted her gaze. His prevca was bindig like the sun’s rays, intense and overpowering. He confined be made her greedy for more. His gaze was chilly, but to her, de les fore igniting her completely, yet his heart seemed as cold as ice fire mes ice, it would surely extinguish, taking her soul along whe

Andrew’s voice continued in the background, but Brielle couldnt make out his words–it was probably something about making those two apologize again.

As the call ended, the room fell silent. The phone was still were in her grip, her inner turmoil raging like a storm at ses, while Ver

nonchalantly stood up, I’ve got an international conference ten“

His fingers, cool to the touch, plucked the phone from her heated calm Brielle felt as if he had stripped away her warmth as well.

Max always seemed in control, eager one second and indifferent the next, as if he could walk away at any moment, without a care in the world.

Brielle lowered her eyes and when she looked up again, a smile was plastered on her face. “I suppose Mr. Dorsey won’t object to me firing Emily?

“Just submit the reasons for her dismissal to HR

“Right, I’ll send it over in a bit.”

She followed him into the living room where Patrick was already waiting, a crisp new suit jacket in his hands. Patrick quickly averted his gaze when they emerged together.

Max took the jacket from Patrick and went to change.

Brielle just stood there, surprisingly unsure of what to say, and it wasn’t

until the two were about to leave that she squeezed out, “Mr. Dorsey, take care.” Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

She hobbled to the door on her crutches, seeing Max fitting his earpiece, ready for his meeting. She should be content. Despite his busy schedule, he still took the time to indulge her.

The thought struck her, and she froze. What was this?

Falling for him seemed to mean waiting hopelessly, nailed in place, full of hope and anxiety, like a forgotten parcel in some corner of a train

station.

She couldn’t allow herself to be so vulnerable. If he couldn’t give her those three words, she wouldn’t ask as well.