Master of his heart

Chapter 152

After finishing her thought, she glanced over at Max, who seemed entirely unfazed by all the petty scheming, as if such trivial plots were beneath him.

Today, he was without his usual tie, his shirt undone at the top two buttons, revealing a rare glimpse of casualness,

The doorbell rang again, and Brielle went to answer it, discovering Patrick on the doorstep. Patrick was holding a large bag, which appeared to be packed with groceries, including some exotic fruits that had to be flown in from overseas.

“Ms. Brielle,” Patrick said respectfully, gesturing for the chef to carry the bags into the kitchen,

“Ms. Brielle, many of these items have been prepped at the hotel’s kitchen. I’ve brought the head chef over to prepare lunch for you and Mr. Dorsey,”

Brielle looked toward the chel, now bustling in the kitchen with his toque blanche standing tall. This, she mused, must be the lifestyle of the wealthy.

She chuckled to herself, thanking him and reaching for the fruit to wash it. Patrick, however, stepped back, looking somewhat panic–stricken. “Please, allow me, Ms. Brielle. You should sit.”

been by Max’s side for years, had never seen him dash out in the middle of the night for a woman. Before, only his work commanded such

stood at the dining table, feeling as if the apartment had never shone so

raised in Max’s direction. Max maintained his usual cool demeanor. Unable to resist, Aubree edged closer, sliding a stack of unreviewed documents toward him, “Mr. Dorsey, did you enjoy your sleepover last night?” Max lifted his gaze briefly,

tomorrow night’s dinner party, are you going to accompany

hurried forward to intervene, but saw Max already looking

change much. After all, there was nothing between them. But if Brielle wanted it,

jumped in, “The Haywoods won’t let Bri off easy, and neither will the Spencer. There is Sophia

this, Brielle’s situation seemed

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chiming in, “The Hatfields won’t trouble Ms. Brielle. Emily was flown out of the country last night, unlikely to return. The

much, Patrick hurriedly placed the fruit platter on the coffee table. “Ms. Brielle, Miss Aubree, please

had been artfully carved by the chef, making it instantly more. appealing. However, both women were