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?”

wasn’t adept, it was definitely

neither sharp nor accusatory, but like a gentle spring breeze blowing

to see her computer screen filled with a chaotic mix of numbers and text. He had been watching her pitiful

pursed her lips, realizing that all her pretense was futile in front of him; she couldn’t

TV show that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I could

of consoling was so dominantly

couldn’t help but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to

was willing to use one to placate a woman. If Kenzo knew, even someone as mild–mannered as him

11:50

that if she nodded, Max would be on the

bes won over by now. But it was because of that child. The thought alone made every teaches,

people be so physically close, yet their souls drifted further

her earlobe. He forcefully turned her face towards him, kissing her nose, and finally her lips, the

hundredfold, a thousandfold. If it didn’t

d

he turned her car to face him directly, trapping her

why are you ignoring

years at the

wasn’t because of him, but what