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

immediately enveloped by a warmth that was neither sharp nor accusatory, 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

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

uncertain about 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

was trying to cheer her up, though his way of consoling was

help but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened

top directors couldn’t even secure a meeting with him. Yet here, Max was willing to use one to placate a woman. If Kenzo knew, even someone as mild–mannered as him might

11:50

Max would be on the phone web Zenzo

she had been upset about 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

physically close, yet their souls drifted further

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

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

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When she tried to escape, he turned her car to face

why are you

at the top. His heart had felt tingled these past few days.

her mouth, wanting to say it wasn’t because of him, but what if he persisted