Master of his heart

Chapter 683

Max wouldn’t touch anything prepared by another woman, so he gently pushed it aside. “No thanks, just focus on your tasks at hand”

Annie picked up the soup with a nod. “Shall I take this and offer it to someone else? Here’s your coffee.”

“Coffee’s handled by Patrick.” His voice was indifferent as he settled into the leather office chair and booted up his computer.

Annie didn’t press any further, carrying the coffee and soup out of the office. She had become well–acquainted with the top brass by now. Back at her desk, she slid the bowl of soup towards her neighboring colleague.

“Max girl whipped this up. He didn’t want it. Have at it, will ya? My stomach’s off this morning; can’t stomach a sip.”

With that photo of Brielle and Max’s kiss making the rounds, Annie’s colleague definitely knew about Brielle. Brielle had become something of a celebrity within Dorsey International. The company chat had been buzzing for days.

When Max was still remotely handling business from abroad, he was held in near–mythical regard. In the flesh, he was practically untouchable. His interest was strictly on work and nothing else. Who would have guessed he’d plant one on an employee right there against the office wall?

hearts racing. It wasn’t them Mr. Dorsey kissed, but witnessing it felt like a whirlwind, sending shivers

Ms. Brielle, but why did he turn down her homemade

She knew the woman loved a juicy bit of gossip, especially about the higher–ups. True to form, the woman lifted the lid, snapped a photo, and flung it into the group chat

the beans. [Ms. Brielle made it for the boss, but he passed it

this, one, feeling a touch irked, forwarded

the time. She pursed her

colleagues seemed miffed, chattering nonstop. [What’s this about Annie not having an appetite Haywood, everything okay with you

her hand and massaged her forehead, without making a reply.

to say.

Annie by Max’s side, exhibiting a temperament and appearance strikingly

the staff chat before the