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, Brielle?”

out at the few irises blooming outside his window. He seemed to feel more than ‘just a little.‘

you return, Mr. Dorsey?” To clarify

at the door. It was Alivia, her arms full of a lunchbox

furrowed in annoyance.

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

head bowed to hide the storm raging across

who had stolen what she loved most?

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Chapter 349

descended among the common folk, and for that, she

chest heaved with suppressed rage, yet when she lifted her head, her face was alight with a radiant smile. “Clumsy me, I just got a bit shaky, Max. Are you on

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

the stark contrast between affection and

tempest within. “I made some soup for Martha. The doctor did say we should nourish her well, didn’t he? I’ve