Master of his heart

Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Max would never refuse. With a swift move, he scooped her up horizontally and carried her into the bedroom.

The apartment was decorated with a cozy touch, and a long, lingering ship’s horn echoed from outside the window. The diligent vendors had already begun to set up shop on the streets, and the savory scent of pancakes filled the city air.

Everything was so idyllic, but they both knew that the intimacy between them was nothing more than a sham, a shadow play of pretense.

Brielle closed her eyes, her rational mind advising her a thousand times over, but the pleasure seeping from her very bones was undeniable. Her cheeks were flushed with sweat, as if all acts of rebellion had blossomed into bewitching flowers of allure.

Max had control over her, and as he watched her sleeping face, he suddenly wondered what he would do if she had just said she wanted to end things. In that moment, the surging bitterness was undeniable. It was unclear whether it was a man’s pride at play or the inability to withstand being kicked to the curb.

“Brielle?” he called out.

She was too exhausted to move even a finger and responded with a groggy “Hmm?”

when I say

no idea what he was talking about. She was sound asleep.

morning came, Brielle felt sore all over. She turned over, squinting as the sunlight streamed in, stinging her eyes. It was indeed her own apartment.

felt like she was still in a dream. She

trembled, and she ended up leaning against the wall, gasping for air. Just how long

still sitting on the couch and wondered if it was the weekend. It was only Wednesday, and he, being a workaholic, should have been at

called out, then sat down on a single–seater sofa. “I’m taking the day off. Occupational

the ‘hazard‘ was something

“Mhm.”

look up, flipping through the documents in his hand, probably

17:02

reached up to rub it, the

continued to peruse his documents,

she pressed her lips together, guiltily touching her neck. She went back

unusually anxious, her gaze shifting past Brielle to the man on the sofa, her expression turning complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt as she

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