Master of his heart

Chapter 582

Brielle had just returned to the grandeur of the Premier Palace, her presence igniting a spark in Wesley’s eyes as he caught sight of her. “Mr. Max mentioned earlier that you wouldn’t be back tonight. Luckily, I had the kitchen whip up an extra dinner just in case. Ms. Brielle, have you had your meal yet? Both you and him have been burning the midnight oil lately. You’ve got to take care of your health.”

Indeed, the recent ordeal had left her a shade paler than usual. But with her appetite eluding her, she politely declined Wesley’s offer.

Sensing her mood, Wesley couldn’t help but inquire. “If you’re feeling down, perhaps a good book might lift your spirits? Or a stroll in the garden to admire the flowers? You’ve been at the Premier Palace for a while now, but you’ve hardly had the chance to explore. There’s even a grand private cinema here, though Mr. Max never really uses it. He rarely watches movies.”

Max was a man who seldom paused his relentless pace. His rare moments of leisure mostly involved catching up with a few friends or spending time alone with a book and a cup of coffee, occasionally indulging in a fine glass of red wine.

After dating Max, Brielle had never really shared much about his past. However, tonight, with Victoria and Alivia’s reminders, her curiosity was piqued.

“Wesley, do you have any pictures of him as a kid?”

Wesley paused, then shook his head with a hint of regret.

himself was always resistant to the idea. The photo you see of him in the financial papers? They’ve been recycling the same one

of disappointment. She really wanted to know what Max had

a child.

lips curving into a smile. “However, I’d say he looked much the same as a kid–just a mini version of his current self. Chiseled like a sculpture, he had the air of a cherubic angel. There were plenty of young ladies who would sneak glances at him. Anyone who managed to exchange a

forming in her mind. A pint–sized Max stood aloofly at the periphery of a bustling party, his icy gaze surveying the adults mingling with their clinking glasses. Dressed in a tailor–made black suit and seeming to exist in

shared in his past experiences was palpable.

there wasn’t much excitement in his younger days. Ms. Martha always had high hopes for him.

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was busier than most adults in their circle, and he’d often work himself to the brink of exhaustion, running fevers as high as a hundred and four degrees. Michael sometimes couldn’t bear to watch Martha push him so hard, but perhaps it was her methods that