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?”

was one area where Max wasn’t adept,

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

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 had been watching her pitiful act

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

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 just for your viewing

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

help but find it amusing. The tears that had threatened to spill were now

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

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well aware that if she nodded, Max would

But it was because of that child. The thought alone made

could two people be so physically close, yet their

remained silent, 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

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

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no intention of stopping. When she tried to escape, he turned her car to

me, why are you ignoring me?”

so disregarded in all his years at the top. His heart had

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