Master of his heart

Chapter 452

Time and space seemed to slow to a hush.

Outside the window, starlight sprinkled down, and the night breeze threading through the office. seemed to move more gently.

Brielle was supremely uncomfortable. If she had known he would just stand there like some kind of guardian statue behind her when he entered the room, she wouldn’t have pretended not to notice him. Now, if she initiated a conversation, he would definitely realize she had been. intentionally ignoring him.

The sensation of ants crawling under her skin was unbearable, partly because he was her boyfriend and partly because he was her high–powered boss. Being silently scrutinized by him like this doubled the pressure.

What on earth did he want?

Brielle squirmed in her seat.

Max just watched her as she tapped out a string of gibberish, yet maintained an air of seriousness. He observed her fingers tremble as if she was about to give up. He sighed, approaching slowly, and leaned in to wrap his arms around her from behind.

“Brielle, what’s on your mind?”

where Max wasn’t

body was immediately enveloped by a warmth that was neither sharp nor accusatory, but like a gentle spring breeze blowing across a pond, compelling her to lean into

her computer screen filled with a chaotic mix of numbers and

lips, realizing that all her pretense was futile in front of him; she

“I was thinking, it can’t be a TV show that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I could ask

her up, though his way of consoling was so dominantly CEO–like,

amusing. The tears that had threatened to spill were now being

directors couldn’t even secure a meeting with him. Yet here, Max was willing to use one to placate a woman. If Kenzo

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that if she nodded, Max would be on the phone web Zenzo right this

won over by now. But it was because of that child. The thought alone made every teaches, and even his tender breath felt like knives tormenting her

yet their souls drifted

that Brielle remained silent, so he tilted his head and kissed her hul monog com to her earlobe. He forcefully turned her face

raced in this quiet, forbidden moment, where every hint of intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. If it didn’t stop, her heart

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he turned her car to face him directly, trapping her between the desk and

why are you

all his years at the top.

to say it wasn’t because of him, but what if he persisted in probing?