Master of his heart

Chapter 357

Chapter 357

Dopamine, the instigator of fondness, the spark behind it all. It represented addiction and longing. The name Brielle amplified those cravings.

Max had lived for twenty–six years, and for the first time, he admitted defeat.

When Brielle woke up, snow was drifting past the window. She turned over wearily, finding the other side of the bed empty. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly.

The movement sent a wave of soreness through her body, and she frowned, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

It snowed, and Max had returned. They had kissed their way from the elevator to the doorstep.

Her cheeks burned with heat as she thought of lifting the blanket, only to notice the string of black beads around her wrist.

Max had given her those beads, leaving a cool kiss on her fingertips.

Max.

Max.

now a whirlwind of

living room. Max was already dressed in a suit, sipping coffee, and browsing through the documents Patrick had delivered that morning. He looked up slowly

paused, awkwardly averting her gaze. Her pale skin made the bracelet around her wrist

even

night had brought The Priest down to earth, and that bracelet was a token

feeling a tender ache with every step. It wasn’t unbearable, but it stirred an unsettling restlessness within her.

her wrist and pulling her into his embrace. She wore the silk. nightgown provided by

his arms, while he remained casual. His hands encircled her waist as he continued with his paperwork.

“Hmm?”

bit her lip, taking a while to

rested lightly on her shoulder, asking. “Are you hungry?”

happiness had come so

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