Master of his heart

Chapter 21
The threat in his words sent a shiver down Brielle’s spine. She was facing a man
who had long held power, whose presence was so commanding it could make
her tremble.
Instinctively, she leaned closer to Max, and when they were finally alone in the
booth, she swallowed hard, her voice laced with anxiety, “Uncle Max, you'll talk
him out of it, right?”
The marks on her neck were still visible under the dim lights, hinting at a
possibility of sensuality.
Brielle wouldn't mind if something happened between them in this private booth.
After all, the privacy here was impeccable, and she doubted any waiter would
come in to interrupt.
She reached out, her hand seeking warmth, but all she found was the cold glass
of her drink.
“Go back,” he said, his gaze indifferent as he draped his suit jacket over her
shoulders again, “Stay out of Andrew and Aubree’s business.”
The implication was clear-if she meddled and something happened, he might not
intervene. Knowing Andrew, he was capable of anything.
Brielle pushed down a twinge of frustration and looked up at him, “Andrew is
engaged to Tessa, and he and Aubree are technically siblings. What kind of
relationship is that? If Andrew's influence on Aubree is inevitable, then Aubree’s
feelings for him are either hate or love. Clearly, it's the latter. I don’t want my
friend to get hurt.”
She had imagined many responses from Max, but none as cold as his next
words.
“Phenylacetic acid, dopamine-when people interact, they release a cocktail of
hormones that create the illusion of love.”
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His emotionless analysis came off as if he were a deity, observing the world’s
entanglements as nothing more than fleeting distractions. Brielle was overcome
with a chill. She knew Aubree all too well. Usually full of passion and allure,
Aubree would only soften and pull in her sharp edges when she was around
Andrew. If she wasn't in love with him, she wouldn't show such humility.
What Brielle hadn't anticipated was Max's own rationality-his complete disbelief
in love's existence.
“If love is just an illusion, then why do people get married?”
She was desperate to find examples to counter his point, but Max remained
unfazed. “It's oxytocin and vasopressin at work. Even our connection is simply a
result of testosterone,” he explained.
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kissed him, she felt a little solace in her heart.
Biting down on his collarbone, she licked the beads of blood that surfaced,
“Uncle Max, did you study economics and psychology?”
Max tilted his neck slightly, his hand cradling the back of her head, facilitating her
nipping. “Economics and law. Psychology was a minor.
He had touched upon three disciplines that advocated absolute rationality.
“And now, what do you think is influencing us?” She deliberately tilted her head
back, both hands hooked around his neck, with sultry eyes.
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Watching the asceticism on his face waver slightly at her advance, something
stirred in Brielle.
“Uncle Max, you don’t have a fiancée, do you?”