Master of his heart

Chapter 358

Chapter 358

“No? Really?”

Max echoed the words, but with a different inflection that carried a tinge of amusement.

“Yeah.”

The next moment, he chuckled softly, resting his chin lightly on her shoulder while maintaining their close embrace. His hair brushed against Brielle’s cheek, making her feel as if her heart had melted into a warm puddle.

In the past, she would have found it hard to imagine Max being so affectionate with a woman. Even during their few lovemakings, he had always been in absolute control, perhaps indulgent at times but never as tender as he was now.

Sitting in his arms with her cheeks flushing, Brielle gazed out at the snowflakes dancing in the air and thought to herself, “This must be what being together feels like.”

The thought of being with Max filled her with an indescribable sweetness.

the door drew Brielle out of Max’s embrace, and she settled herself

the black beads around Brielle’s wrist, his eyes betraying a flash of surprise. “Mr. Dorsey, Ms. Brielle, I’ve

of emotion in Patrick’s eyes. She had always wondered what those black beads meant to Max. To everyone in the Beaconsfield elite, the beads were synonymous with Max, and his austere demeanor earned him the nickname

admitting his fondness for Brielle had torn down some psychological barrier because now, he thought she was perfect from head to toe, including every strand

understand that this was what liking someone felt like, he was certain about one thing – Brielle was

he was somewhat superfluous at the moment, discreetly

of exquisite

hunger had returned with

had a penchant for a breakfast of oatmeal, a boiled egg, and a side of vegetable salad. She was a picky eater and left the carrots untouched in her salad. She favored plain oatmeal and did not even touch the sweet or savory options.

Chapter 358

her preferences. When Brielle finally set her spoon down, Max frowned slightly, concerned she hadn’t eaten

gaze, and despite the familiarity of his face, she still felt a thrill each

a rare blossom, cold and translucent. Suddenly, the image of his expression shifting from icy detachment to fiercely possessive as he gripped her waist flashed in her mind. It was the

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