Master of his heart

Chapter 689

But Mason just couldn’t fathom why Tiffanie could be no heartiens un to not even pick up the phone. Was she giving him the silent treatment before breaking it off for good? Or had he disappointed her on bed?

It was a touchy subject that he wouldn’t dare ask Belle to probe into, He’d have to wait until he could ask Tiffanie face–to–face.

Brielle, upon hearing this, zoned out for a moment, She wasn’t exactly heartbroken, but the feeling gnawing at her was uncomfortably close.

The texts she’d sent to Max had all vanished into the ether, and the one she’d sent out two hours ago, as n feeler, still hadn’t been answered.

Brielle had really believed that Max liked her, but his current evasion was making her unexpectedly. nervous. Moreover, that scarf she’d seen on Annie only added to her swirling thoughts.

If only Max would give her some kind of sign, she’d be bold enough to fight for him a little harder. But if he truly saw her as just a stand–in, she doubted she’d even have the strength to take another step.

“Brielle, you should really get some rest,” Mason advised, noting her pallor. “If there’s any news on Book, I’ll let you know right away.”

bit.” Though once they’d hung up, she did little more than sit on the couch, lost in thought.

and she watched the city lights flicker to life, a familiar loneliness crept over her. She was reminded of the holiday decorations at Premier Palace, the fairy lights that had adorned the place, and the wreath on the door that had brought a sudden sting to her nose.

lights, his mind a whirlpool of thoughts. A lit cigarette dangled loosely from his fingers, the fiery ember nearing bare skin, but

restless. As he lifted his eyes in the midst of the hazy smoke, a flicker of emotion crossed his face, and he closed his eyes

him. “Sir, I’ve spoken with Beaconsfield College. They’ll release Ms. Brielle’s exam details to the public tomorrow,”

eyelids twitched, and he acknowledged the news with a detached

from him couldn’t measure up to a single

Iking

up each one with a cold finality. She had the energy

leave, only to hear Max’s voice. “Patrick, do you

this much: indifference often heralded the end. This realization made his lips tighten. His expression

snapping him back to reality as he stubbed it out in the ashtray.