Master of his heart

Chapter 207

Chapter 207

Meanwhile, Brielle was sprawled out in the hotel room from the previous night, her eyes glued to her phone as she flipped it over in her hands restlessly. She hadn’t reached out to Max all day, and he hadn’t made any moves either. He was probably upset, especially after overhearing her conversation in the elevator and then witnessing Spencer’s clingy display.

Biting her lip in frustration, Brielle racked her brain for a plausible excuse and finally came up with something passable. [Mr. Dorsey, the soup Wesley brought over was delicious, thank you.]

After sending the message, she waited for a while, eager to see how he would respond, but her phone remained silent.

Brielle had never been good at this kind of thing. Seeing no reaction, she tossed the phone aside. She laughed at herself, wondering why she even thought Max would be upset. Was it because of Spencer? Was it because of what she said?

She didn’t think she had that kind of charm. If that was the case, there was no need to go out of her way to explain.

On Max’s end, he was holding a cup of coffee, gazing out the window. The suburban view was quite nice, and the coffee beans specially prepared by the Hatfield family were rich and

aromatic.

taken off his suit jacket, leaving him in his white dress shirt

against the window, the shirt and pants accentuating his stature, his long lashes casting a shadow across

Patrick but not him. Did she think the

clarification?

he had to repay a favor to the Hatfield family on

the coffee could chase away the rising. temperature in his

his phone down, rubbed his temples, and

outside was a woman, dressed to impress and wrapped in a flowing gown, her

a long time, and I wanted to offer

hidden behind her back, her cheeks

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cold as ice, unimpressed by the tacky. seduction. He couldn’t help but wonder how Brielle could have been deceived by such a woman for

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