Master of his heart

Chapter 700

Chapter 700

“Max, are you heading home?” Annie asked her eyes gleaming with a subtle light as she stood behind Patrick and Max

Patrick, observing Max’s slightly flushed cheeks and the drunken warmth in his eyes, knew that any more work at the office was out of the question tonight. Despite not being completely wasted, Max definitely needed some rest.

Annie, ever so considerate, slung her purse over her shoulder and stepped aside to hail a cab.

“Patrick, why don’t you take the boss home to sleep it off? I’ll grab a cab back. After you drop him off, remember to fix him some food for the hangover,” she said, turning to leave.

Patrick was pleased with her initiative. He opened the passenger door of the car so Max could climb in.

a yellow object rolled to his feet. A little girl, bundled up in a white puffy jacket with a butterfly bow on her head, rushed over to pick it up. It was an orange that had rolled right to Max’s feet. He bent down to pick it up and

remembered the first moming he woke up in Brielle’s bed, consumed with initial panic as he grabbed her by the throat, demanding to know if she had a death wish. Those same pure, pained, yet defiant eyes met his gaze. That kind of look had a way of disarming him, even to the extent of making him want to gift her the world the should she desire it. So he knelt down, his long fingers picked up the orange,

to a man not far away, hugging his knees tightly.

lifted her up and perched her on his shoulders.

He is so

the playful father and daughter through the window. The man hoisted her up, twirling her around, and the girl laughed and pointed ahead, prompting him

ever had a daughter, she’d probably be just as adorable. He watched them for a moment longer before turning

gaze away.

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