Master of his heart

Chapter 150
Max would never refuse. With a swift move, he scooped her up horizontally and
carried her into the bedroom.
The apartment was decorated with a cozy touch, and a long, lingering ship's horn
echoed from outside the window. The diligent vendors had already begun to set
up shop on the streets, and the savory scent of pancakes filled the city air.
Everything was so idyllic, but they both knew that the intimacy between them was
nothing more than a sham, a shadow play of pretense.
Brielle closed her eyes, her rational mind advising her a thousand times over, but
the pleasure seeping from her very bones was undeniable. Her cheeks were
flushed with sweat, as if all acts of rebellion had blossomed into bewitching
flowers of allure.
Max had control over her, and as he watched her sleeping face, he suddenly
wondered what he would do if she had just said she wanted to end things. In that
moment, the surging bitterness was undeniable. It was unclear whether it was a
man’s pride at play or the inability to withstand being kicked to the curb.
“Brielle?” he called out.
She was too exhausted to move even a finger and responded with a groggy
“Hmm?”
“It ends when I say it ends.”
Brielle had no idea what he was talking about. She was sound asleep.
When morning came, Brielle felt sore all over. She turned over, squinting as the
sunlight streamed in, stinging her eyes. It was indeed her own apartment.
She recalled the events from last night, and at this moment, it felt like she was
still in a dream. She got up, still in her pajamas, and nearly collapsed to her
knees.
Her complexion changed, her lips trembled, and she ended up leaning against
the wall, gasping for air. Just how long had Max kept her up last night?
Stepping out of the bedroom, she saw the man still sitting on the couch and
wondered if it was the weekend. It was only Wednesday, and he, being a
workaholic, should have been at the office.
“Mr. Dorsey,” she called out, then sat down on a single—seater sofa. “I'm taking
the day off. Occupational hazard.”
The reason for the “hazard’ was something he was well aware of.
“Mhm.”
He didn’t look up, flipping through the documents in his hand, probably delivered
by Patrick earlier that morning.
17:02
Brielle’s neck was also sore, and just as she reached up to rub it, the doorbell
rang. She glanced instinctively at Max.
Max continued to peruse his documents, engrossed, unbothered by the
interruption.
Brielle walked to the door and, upon seeing Aubree, she pressed her lips
together, guiltily touching her neck. She went back to the bedroom to change into
a turtleneck, then returned to open the door.
Aubree looked unusually anxious, her gaze shifting past Brielle to the man on the
sofa, her expression turning complex. Brielle also felt a tinge of guilt as she
closed the door, “What's happened to bring you over so early?”
*You call this early?” Aubree pointed to the clock on the wall-it was already noon.
Brielle didn’t know what to say, trying to brush it off, but then she saw Aubree
approach Max, “Well, look at you with a beautiful girl by your side, and you don’t
bother to come to the
company.”
Brielle’s face reddened with embarrassment, and she quickly tugged at Aubree’s
wrist.
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“Yes, there was a mix-up. We did another paternity test, and she’s the real
Haywood daughter.” Brielle spoke without any inflection, even contemplating
whether to order some takeout.
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Aubree’s face was filled with disgust. “The Haywood family is throwing a party for
Lillian tomorrow night, officially announcing the news.”
Brielle pursed her lips, not expecting a single scandalous video to.stir up so
much trouble.
Apologize to Lillian? In her dreams.
The Haywoods had made the mistake themselves. She was just a ten-year-old
child then, so why should she bear the burden of their error?
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As soon as she made the transfer, Miranda's call came through.
“Bri, what's this all about?”