Master of his heart

Chapter 349

“Mr. Dorsey, what I’m talking about here is strictly business–the Book project is no small feat.” “Brielle. I really don’t feel like talking shop right now.” His tone was casual, and his presence emanated a gentle coolness that seemed almost out of place for a man who’d just shown such repulsion to the advances of an undoubtedly attractive woman.

Brielle fell silent. Her experience in matters of the heart was scant. Beyond traveling over hills and across streams to follow her desires, she knew nothing of love’s games, content instead to wait awkwardly for her beloved’s return.

This was Brielle in her most raw and precious form.

His voice continued to reach her ears, “Haven’t you missed me?”

Brielle’s lips pressed tighter, her heart pounding a wild rhythm. She was no match for Max. If Max decided to use his charm, no woman could escape.

Tears welled in her eyes as if she had been hurt.

Despite his hot–and–cold demeanor and despite the lack of promises, which included a featherlight assurance – wait for his return, she wanted to believe, to love with fervor.

Human greed could be quite endearing at times. Faced with feelings of affection, it was innate to become a gambler. Everyone hopes for that stroke of luck to hit them–just one gamble, just

once.

“Yeah, a little.”

a little,

softly on the other end, gazing out at the few irises blooming outside his window. He seemed to feel more than ‘just a little.‘

Mr.

could speak, a commotion arose at the door. It was Alivia, her arms full of a lunchbox that now spilled its contents chaotically across the

furrowed

Max was using such a tender tone with someone else. Max could be sweet, laugh, and be

a fury, her head bowed to hide the storm raging across

Brielle who had stolen what she loved most? Was Max’s smile for the irises, or

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Chapter 349

descended among the common folk, and for that, she

lifted her head, her face was alight with a radiant smile. “Clumsy me, I

moment, felt a noticeable Irritation. As his gaze met Alivia’s, all warmth withdrew, replaced

the stark contrast between affection and

soup for Martha. The doctor did say we should nourish her well, didn’t he? I’ve been out since dawn gathering the ingredients.”