Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 453

It wasn’t exactly fair to take it out on Max, but maintaining composure around him was like

trying to hold onto water–it just slipped through your fingers.

“Max, pick me up in three days, okay?” she murmured, the heaviness in her heart making

it difficult to keep her voice steady.

Max just stared at her, a silent sentinel, not quite grasping where things had gone awry.

Brielle’s lashes fluttered downward in a vallant effort to dam the emotions threatening to

spill over. She let out a sigh, rose on her tiptoes, and cradled his face in her hands, sealing

their lips together in a tender kiss.

Max’s resolve melted like butter on a hot skillet. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her

so close it felt as though they were trying to merge into one person. Their kiss deepened

into at sweet, inescapable addiction.

Eventually, amidst the heat of their embrace, Max swept aside the clutter of papers on his

desk. and in a smooth gesture, Brielle found herself perched atop the cool wooden

surface.

Her legs twined around his waist, and the temperature In the room seemed to soar with

their closeness. But she had to pull away. The wounds she bore were still healing, and any

further exertion risked reopening them. Besides, If Max’s hands wandered to those areas,

he’d discover the scars that marred her skin.

So she gently grasped his wandering hand, stilling it. “Don’t you have a visit to the

sanatorium?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Indeed, Max was due to visit the sanatorium, and her teasing had flustered him more than

he cared to admit. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he released her after a moment’s

hesitation. “Brielle, are you doing this on purpose?” he asked, a note of Irritation creeping

into

his tone.

“Great.” she thought, “he’s even angrier now.”

Brielle frowned, took a few seconds to consider, then offered, “Maybe another kiss would

help?” Max took a deep breath and remained standing, motionless, as they locked eyes in

a silent. standoff that lasted minutes. Finally, without a word, he turned and walked out

the door.

The room fell quiet, and Brielle sat alone on the desk, gazing out at the city’s twinkling

lights through the window. The room’s earlier charged atmosphere had dissipated, but his

scent still clung to her, warm against her cool skin.

She lifted a hand, touching the spot where she’d had an appendectomy. The bandage was

still wrapped snugly around her abdomen..

It wasn’t that she was being overly sensitive. In the days following her surgery, she had

worked hard to build up her mental fortitude. At first, the mere thought of Max had her

weeping silently

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in her bed, but now she could face him, even though her rational mind sometimes took

leave.

As long as she didn’t cry, she would be fine.

Her current situation felt like she was a greedy treasure hunter who, in the midst of

digging. uncovered a skeleton. Even after hastily burying the bones and planting trees and

flowers over the spot, she knew all too well what lay beneath. Whenever she saw the

flowers or the trees. the buried skeleton was what came to mind.

Similarly, whenever she saw Max’s face or experienced his gentleness, all she could think

of was the child. She was trapped in a cruel stasis.

After composing herself, Brielle slid off the desk. She bent down to pick up the scattered

documents before grabbing her purse and preparing to leave. However, as she stepped

out of the office, she noticed a stranger peering around hesitantly, seemingly searching

for someone. “Can I help you find someone?” she asked, sizing him up. She hadn’t seen

him on this floor before: he likely didn’t work there.

Upon seeing her, the man quickly masked his initial tension and explained his presence.

“Hi, I’m Adrian. I’m looking for my girlfriend, Sydney. She’s been working late a lot these

past few days and mentioned she’d be pulling an all–nighter at the office. I was worried, so

I thought I’d come to check on her.”

In Adrian’s hand was a thermos, no doubt filled with homemade soup–a thoughtful

gesture.

No one in the department was working late tonight. Brielle was the last to leave, which

was why Max had come into her office.

“No one’s working late in the department today.”

“That can’t be right. I spoke to her on the phone an hour ago, and she said she was still at

the

office.”

“Why don’t you try calling her again?”

Brielle hadn’t given Sydney’s potential infidelity a second thought. After all, Sydney

always came across as bubbly and straightforward, seemingly without a hint of guile.

Adrian fished out his phone and dialed Sydney’s number once more.

Brielle was locking the door when she heard Adrian put the call on speaker. At that

moment, Sydney, flushed and pinned beneath Spencer, was exasperated by yet another

call from Adrian. Didn’t he have anything better to do?

Spencer, who had been irked by Brielle earlier, was venting his frustrations on Sydney.

Adrian’s previous call wasn’t answered, but now, Spencer urged her to pick it up.

Sydney, intending to disconnect the call, hesitated when she heard his command and

reluctantly pressed the answer button.

Spencer was indulging in the thrill of betrayal, and their excitement was heightened by

the

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situation.

Standing next to Brielle, Adrian heard the call connect and immediately asked with

tenderness In his voice, “Sydney, are you still working?”

Sydney, also on speaker, stifled her responses with her hand, careful not to reveal any

compromising noises.

“Sydney?”

She couldn’t help but smirk at her own cunning. “Yes, uh, still working.”

Adrian glanced up at Brielle, confusion etched on his face.

Hearing Sydney’s voice strained with suppressed excitement and seeing the deserted

department, Brielle would have been foolish not to figure out what Sydney was up to.

However, Adrian was blissfully unaware. “But I’m at your company right now and can’t

find you. Sydney, did you go somewhere else?”

Spencer found the man’s pitiful tone amusing and pitied his ignorance. Indeed, Sydney

was somewhere else, but beneath Spencer, not where Adrian imagined.

Sydney reveled in the situation but perked up as Adrian’s voice came through again. “I

even bumped into your colleague. She said no one’s working late in the department

tonight.”

“She’s… she’s just talking nonsense, uh, we have two departments,” Sydney managed to

say between breaths.

Had Brielle not heard it with her own ears, she would never have believed Sydney capable

of such deceit.

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