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?

intention of performing for anyone over the phone, Mr. Clements. Perhaps you should focus

dangerous glint flashed in Andrew’s eyes as he growled,

words had barely faded when Max intervened, “Stop scaring her

dampening his imposing aura, but quickly got irritated again, “Fine, I’m

Max’s sudden interjection had left

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were to d detached, as if the intimate moment held no sway over

was chilly, but to her, de les fore igniting her completely, yet his heart seemed as cold as ice fire

voice continued in the background, but Brielle couldnt make out his words–it was probably something about making

phone was still were in

up, I’ve got an international conference

to the touch, plucked the phone from her heated calm Brielle felt as if he had stripped away her

eager one second and indifferent the next, as if he could walk away at any