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?”

area where Max wasn’t

enveloped by a warmth that was neither sharp nor accusatory, but like a gentle spring breeze

poised over 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

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 just for your viewing

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

The tears that had threatened

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

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if she nodded, Max would be on the phone web Zenzo right

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

physically close, yet their souls drifted further and further

that Brielle 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 spot he

hint of intravas magnified a hundredfold, a thousandfold. If it didn’t stop,

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had no intention of stopping. When she tried to escape, he turned her car to face him directly, trapping her between the desk and his embrace,

why are you ignoring me?”

been so disregarded in all his years at the

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