Master of his heart

Chapter 355
Sarah had no choice but to bring the microphone to her lips, her voice quivering
as she tentatively began to sing “Femme Fatale.” She couldn't find the tune to
save her life, and the discordant sounds seemed to buzz relentlessly in her head.
By the end of the song. Sarah was in tears, wiping her eyes and sobbing.
She thought that by now, someone from work, one of the guys, would come to
her defense with a few kind words, but after half a minute of weeping, there was
only silence. She felt bitter and regretful, but she mustered the strength to finish
the last verse.
The moment the backing track ended, Brielle clapped with a chuckle. “Your
singing needs some work, but I applaud the courage.”
That “applause for courage’ was a backhanded compliment, if ever there was
one.
She turned to the others, downing another drink. “I've settled the tab. Everyone
have fun, and guys, don't forget to give a lift home to any lady who's had one too
many. Let's make sure everyone gets home safe and sound.”
The men around began to agree.
Brielle then turned and left. Stepping out into the chilly night, she sneezed.
Christmas lights twinkled everywhere, reminding her that it was Christmas Eve.
The cold was setting in, but the spirit of Christmas warmed the bustling streets.
Everywhere she looked, Christmas trees sparkled, and festive stickers adorned
the windows. spreading holiday cheer.
Brielle warmed her hands with her breath before heading over to her car. But just
as she was about to reach it, another car pulled up beside her, a familiar license
plate catching her eye.
The window rolled down, and although the backlight obscured the figure inside,
she could see the glint of a black rosary dangling from a hand with long,
artistically slender fingers.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of Max, and she felt a strange shyness after
days apart. She got in, and as the car door shut, they drove off in silence. Her
hands were resting awkwardly on her knees as if her throat was constricted.
It wasn't until she noticed they weren't heading towards Premier Palace or Pearl
Estate that she finally spoke up, “Where are we going?”
Max, who had been stealing glances at her, looked away with a smirk. He had
missed her more than he expected, especially after seeing the irises abroad. He
couldn't forget the sight of her lying still on the ground, a faint trail of blood behind
her. His insides had felt torn, a visceral pain clenching at him.
These few days abroad, he had realized that if he had lost Brielle, he wouldn't
know what to do. When he found she was still breathing, his heart, which he
thought had died, suddenly revived. Some things, he felt, needed to be said in
person.
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“Going to a hotel,” he finally replied, his gaze returning to the road.
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The word “hotel’ sent a jolt through
Brielle, but she dared not look at his
face. The initia rush of excitenteni! \
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feeling of disappointment. To her.
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He wanted to take her to a hotel as soon as he returned, treating her like a call
girl who could easily be summoned and just as easily dismissed.
She lowered her gaze, feeling a bitter tang of sadness..
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“Thank you,” Brielle muttered. Her thoughts were elsewhere, feeling as if her
heart was being squeezed tight. She didn’t realize that Max was waiting for
something, looking almost uneasy.
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After a brief struggle with her
emotions, Brielle looked out the
window. Her Jo) eiokiad
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let me out here.” She didn’t want to
stay another minute, seeking refuge
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Max didn’t expect her to react this way. “It's Friday. You don’t work tomorrow.”
“I have to work overtime. Please, let me out.”
“Brielle,” he started to protest.
“I want to get out!” she insisted, her voice breaking.