Chapter 690

His long eyelashes quivered once more as he bent his hond to light a second cigarette. Through the hazy smoke, Patrick heard him say. “But I don’t want us to part ways.”

The sense of loss Max fell now seemed trivial compared to the devastation of parting with her. He was a businessman, after all, and when it came to choices, he always knew how to pick the most suitable one.

Patrick was speechless, silent for a few seconds before blurting out, “Have you fallen for Ms. Brielle?”

Max ticked the ash from his cigarette with a nonchalant gesture that seemed both casual and seductive. “I probably don’t know that… thing”

He said ‘probably‘ not definitely!

He never admitted to loving Brielle.

Affection was like a storm brewing in the heart. It often made it easy for him to embrace someone, But love seemed cliché, like a chemical reaction following reproduction. It felt dizzying at the start and then faded away, leaving nothing but a trail of failed marriages.

None of the Dorseys‘ marriages were happy. Didn’t Victoria love Everett? Didn’t Faith love Ryan? That was how cheap and selfish love was.

Brielle around, it’s like…

of a good comparison. He initially thought of

in their circles, pets were just tools to be ordered about

boldness, her shyness, her openness. This ‘pet‘ only showed her soft belly in front of him, blushing at his every word. Even when he had her pinned

interest in smoking, crushing the half–burnt cigarette out. Patrick knew it was

scent lingered faintly on the sheets. It was not strong enough

affection probably didn’t even measure up

let it be.

stomach ached throughout the night, and she tossed and turned. When she

room.

of bed when a sharp pain in her stomach struck. She quickly swallowed a

and the other holding her phone, she scrolled through them. Her

John’s script is a rip–off of Amelia’s, and Stellar Stage Entertainment is backing

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