Chapter 21

The threat in his words sent a shiver down Brielle’s spine. She was facing a man who had long held power, whose presence was so commanding it could make her tremble.

Instinctively, she leaned closer to Max, and when they were finally alone in the booth, she swallowed hard, her voice laced with anxiety, “Uncle Max, you’ll talk him out of it, right?”

The marks on her neck were still visible under the dim lights, hinting at a possibility of sensuality.

Brielle wouldn’t mind if something happened between them in this private booth. After all, the privacy here was impeccable, and she doubted any waiter would come in to interrupt.

She reached out, her hand seeking warmth, but all she found was the cold glass of her drink.

“Go back,” he said, his gaze indifferent as he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders again, “Stay out of Andrew and Aubree’s business.”

and something happened, he might not intervene. Knowing Andrew,

and Aubree are technically siblings. What kind of relationship is that? If Andrew’s influence on Aubree is inevitable, then Aubree’s feelings for him are either hate or love. Clearly, it’s the latter. I

Max, but none as cold as

they release a cocktail

a

as nothing more than fleeting distractions. Brielle was overcome with a chill. She knew Aubree all too well. Usually full of passion and allure, Aubree would only soften and pull in her sharp edges when she was around Andrew. If she wasn’t

anticipated was Max’s own rationality-his complete disbelief

is just an illusion, then why

was desperate to find examples to counter his point, but Max remained unfazed. “It’s oxytocin and vasopressin at work. Even our connection is simply a result of

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