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?”

one area where Max wasn’t adept, it was definitely understanding women.

but like a gentle spring breeze blowing across

the keyboard, froze. Her eyes flickered as she looked up to see her computer screen filled with a chaotic mix of numbers and text. He

pursed her lips, realizing that all her pretense was futile in

her thoughts and felt the need to guess. “I was thinking, it can’t be a TV show that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I could ask Kenzo to write a script just for you. and get some A–list stars to shoot it

way of consoling was so dominantly CEO–like, and had many points

find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to

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

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

it was because of that child. The thought alone made every teaches, and even

could two people be so physically close, yet their souls drifted further and

hul monog com to her earlobe. He forcefully turned her face towards him, kissing her nose, and finally her lips, the spot he loved

intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. If it didn’t stop, her heart might just couch from the

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of stopping. When she tried to escape, he turned her car to face

me, why are you

the top. His heart

because of him, but what if he persisted