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?”

Max wasn’t adept, it

neither sharp nor accusatory, but like a gentle spring

computer screen filled with a chaotic mix

that all her pretense was futile in front

TV show that’s got you upset. If it really is that, I could ask Kenzo to write a script just

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

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

were worth millions, and top 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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well aware that if she nodded, Max would be on the phone web Zenzo right this

something else and didn’t want to see Hay, she would be bes 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

yet their

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

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

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to escape, he turned her car

why are

all his years at the

wanting to say it wasn’t because of