Master of his heart

Chapter 122
“Mr. Dorsey?”
The room spun as she found herself pinned on the couch in the break room.
Brielle’s mind was a blur. What on earth was Max up to?
Her eyes widened in shock and just as she attempted to rise, she was pulled
back into his embrace. His breath tickled her ear, sending her heartbeat into a
frenzy. She couldn't help but lick her lips nervously.
“Mr. Dorsey, isn’t it work hours?” she managed to say.
Max chuckled, his fingers grazing her side playfully, “What do you think I want to
do?”
The irritation bubbled inside Brielle. They were already on the couch, so what
else could happen? Were they going to whisper sweet nothings under a cozy
blanket?
Rolling her eyes inwardly, she couldn’t help but savoring the private moment.
Her heart was pounding like a drum, and afraid Max would notice, she clumsily
changed the subject.
“Mr. Dorsey, I didn't finish what I was saying earlier. Meeting Flynn the other day
was quite the revelation. I mean, comparing the business titan like Flynn to the
founder of Book might seem unfair, but I've seriously studied Flynn's speeches. A
founder who transcends the pursuit of money, the simplicity of ambition, the
public opinion, and truly wants to do something big — he might just become
invincible. That's probably why Flynn managed to make a dent across North
America. The founder of Book, even though successful for a first-timer, lacks
these qualities.”
Conversing with a businessman like Flynn or just watching their talks could be
profoundly enlightening. She had spent over a decade with the Haywood family
without such opportunities to rub shoulders with these giants, but with less than a
month by Max's side, her thinking had already advanced significantly.
Max's fingers still lingered on her waist. Brielle surprised him quite a bit. He finally
understood why Ryan couldn't let her go. She was indeed talented. Among the
Beaconsfield socialites who were versed in arts and culture, she stood out.
Andrew had called her a canary, but she was never one. Canaries were for those
delicate socialites. Brielle was an eagle, yearning to conquer the blue skies. A
gilded cage was never meant for her, and the small world could never contain
her. An engagement should not be her shackle. She was meant for her own
dreams and horizons.
Max rarely considered a woman's future so earnestly, yet now a faint smile
played on his lips.
Sensing his mood, Brielle smoothly made another small request. “By the way,
Uncle Max, do you remember the villa worth over twenty million you gave me?”
She spoke without a hint of embarrassment.
Max's eyelashes fluttered, followed by a light laugh, “Hmm?”
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Pretending to miss the tease in his tone, she continued, “The one you promised
as a ceremonial gift when you first took over the company. I'd like to sell it, but I
guess Spencer hasn't completed the transfer procedures. Could you maybe
oversee that for me? My words don't carry much weight with him as a fiancée.”
They lay there on the couch, Max's eyes now closed. His eyelashes were long,
his skin perfect, his presence cool like a perfect sculpture.
Brielle turned to face him, unable to resist reaching out to tug at his sleeve. Her
fingers were caught in his, and he asked, “Shall I make a call now?”
“Aren't you going to ask what I plan to do with the money?” After all, it was over
twenty million.
“It's yours. Whatever you do with it is up to you.”
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With a low chuckle, Brielle found she quite liked his audacity, “Alright, make the
call. I don’t want Lillian spending another day in that villa.”
“Let's sleep first.”
His voice was calm, and with that, he closed his eyes again.
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Her hands were swiftly caught by his, amusement in his eyes, “What are you
doing?”
“Aren't we going to sleep?”
“Brielle, is that all you think about?”
Struck as if by an arrow, she reacted with a hint of annoyance. It was as if she
was the one so horny.
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Max's laugh was genuine this time, free from the usual aloofness. He pulled her
close, resting his forehead on her shoulder, his hair brushing against her chin.
In this intimate position, the world around them seemed to fade away.