Master of his heart

Chapter 502

Chapter 502

Brielle’s heart swelled with emotion, a familiar warmth blooming in her chest. Only Max could stir her so deeply with just a few words.

She had always detested how intimate relationships could turn language into a weapon. It was the understanding of each other that could be twisted into a hurtful barb, but that wasn’t any sort of skill. It was merely taking advantage of the other’s open heart, their vulnerabilities laid bare in trust, which shouldn’t be used as a target for attack.

Throughout the time she’d known Max, he had never used words to wound her. He had enveloped her in a cocoon of safety, truly fulfilling his initial promise. Every word he uttered was with intent and was not tossed carelessly into the wind.

Max studied her with earnest, trying to decipher the emotions swirling in her eyes. The thought of rejecting a gift worth billions would have seemed absurd to anyone else, but Brielle had done just that.

The sensation that washed over him was hard to place–it was the first day of confirming their romantic relationship, and his present was being returned.

His mood soured, a brooding silence falling over him as he gathered the documents, placing them aside as if they were nothing more than scrap paper.

“Max, what would you like for a New Year’s gift? How about a scarf? Hand–knitted by yours truly,” Brielle ventured, hoping to lift his spirits with a skill from her past.

for the other kids to save money, honing her craft with

Max’s lips, barely contained joy threatening to break through his usually composed demeanor. It seemed like he

needed to hear to breathe a sigh of relief. “Let’s hit the mall now. You can pick out the yarn, and I’ll aim to have it done by

“Alright.”

front seat, set the

excursion to such a place in years. His life was meticulously planned by assistants–every meal, every outfit, decided the day before. So when they entered the vast space of

for the yarn aisle, taking his

a major business deal. After a lengthy deliberation, he settled on a dignified grey. He looped the selected yarn

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face that could make even the tackiest neon look regal. After bagging the yarn, Brielle’s gaze drifted to a display of slippers nearby, and she couldn’t help but point

Max took the bag from her. “Should we

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