Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 13

Brielle dismissed the barrage of notifications on her phone with a flick of her thumb, “Patrick, could you stop at the next intersection, please?” Her tone was indifferent, laced with a weariness that seemed to seep into the bir around her.

Through the rearview mirror, Patrick tried to glean some sort of cue from Max’s expression, a sign of what he might be thinking, but his face was impassive. As they reached the crossroads, he obeyed the request and brought the car to a smooth halt.

Brielle clutched the box a little tighter, a flicker of disappointment crossing her mind. She had half-expected Max to ask her to stay, but he remained seated, his demeanor as detached as a statue devoid of emotion.

“Uncle Max, not even a goodbye?” she teased, resting against the window, her long hair falling around her face, making it seem even smaller. Her eyes caught the reflection of the vibrant streetlights, beautiful and clear. She was just joking, and before waiting for a response, she walked across the pedestrian walkway, carrying her box.

Max watched her in silence, his gaze lingering long after she’d faded from view.

She was like a wounded animal, licking its injuries alone, trying to bristle with soft spines to protect the last remnants of its.dignity amidst the turmoil.

Brielle walked with her back straight, only slowing her pace when she was out of the reach of that penetrating gaze.

Her apartment was close by. The chill of the evening breeze was just what she needed. Hope only bred greater disappointment.

The ringtone of her phone cut through her thoughts. It was Spencer calling this time. Anxious about not receiving an apology from her, his impatience was palpable.

Brielle snorted softly and promptly blocked his number.

Soon after, Lillian’s call came through. Probably Spencer again. Those two were inseparable. Another number blocked.

her computer to browse job listings but noticed a new email in her inbox instead, an offer letter for the position of Director of Mergers and Acquisitions at Dorsey International. The sender

slightly, and her eyes widened in disbelief as she read and

message.

being

question mark. There was a hint of trepidation, fearing she might be misreading his

16.05

Imagining him with a stern face, typing each

–[Reward.]

response, yet it oddly warmed

this you

suffocated, and now she had an opportunity

Dorsey and Haywood families could wait. For now, the thrill of the

no further replies, she was surprised to receive another email, containing just

over Brielle. She had never received any gifts from Spencer during their long acquaintance, and in her thirteen years with the Haywood

the disappointment more glaring. Spencer was nothing, not even worth

assured, Uncle Max, I am ready to devote

of mischief, enjoying this odd

tab and ordered

the shower,

around her hair and opened the door. The man on

robe tighter, the collar barely hiding the marks

was he doing