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.”

little,

on the other end, gazing out at the few irises blooming outside his window.

will you return, Mr. Dorsey?”

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

furrowed in

painted Alivia’s face as she struggled with disbelief. Max was using such a tender tone with someone else. Max could be sweet, laugh,

bowed to hide

hatred was palpable. Brielle–was it Brielle who had stolen what she loved most? Was Max’s smile for the

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Chapter 349

seemed to have descended among the common folk, and for

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

noticeable Irritation. As his gaze met Alivia’s, all warmth withdrew, replaced by the

between affection

surface smile belying the tempest within. “I made some soup for Martha. The doctor did say we