Master of his heart

Chapter 98

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?

for anyone over the phone, Mr. Clements. Perhaps you should focus on how you’ll follow

Andrew’s eyes as he growled, “Nobody dares to threaten

words had barely faded when Max intervened, “Stop scaring

got irritated again, “Fine, I’m not scaring her.

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

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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

Brielle couldnt make out his words–it was probably something about making those two

in her grip, her inner turmoil raging like a storm at ses, while Ver

up, I’ve got

heated calm Brielle felt as if he had stripped away

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