Master of his heart

Chapter 402
Brielle was well aware that the young heir to Kingston Enterprises was no saint,
but she hadn't anticipated him being this reckless. No wonder he had been
detained.
“If someone came to claim him, would you release him?” she asked.
“Of course not,” came the reply with a sly edge. “But for you, Ms. Brielle, I might
just consider it.”
As long as he wasn't released, William wouldn't stand a chance. Therefore,
Daniel staying put was actually to her advantage.
The man had already picked up his glass and was idly toying with it. “Men like
Dustin and Max hold you in high regard, Ms. Brielle. I'm quite curious about you.”
“Do you fancy Max, Ms. Brielle?” The tone was casual, as if two old friends were
catching up.
“Of course.”
“And do you love him?”
Love? Brielle had never really entertained the concept, or rather, she had never
truly encountered it. She acknowledged her fondness for Max, secure in the
knowledge it wasn’t unrequited. If she hadn't sensed Max's affection for her, she
would have guarded her feelings closely.
Affection was like basking in the warmth of a cozy fireplace — you didn’t ask
others what warmth was; you simply felt it. If you couldn't feel it, or if you found
yourself seeking confirmation from a third party, then it was absent. That was why
when she saw girls online asking strangers if their boyfriends still liked them, she
knew that those asking usually had their answer already.
But love was different — complex and yet pure. Affection was commonplace: true
love was rare. It was an oasis in a long—parched desert, a fleeting joy upon first
sight — both eternally scheming and dirtied with thought.
Having once ventured into a real desert during her college years, Brielle
understood that oases were indeed scarce, but the endless sand was the norm.
So she remained silent.
Pleased by her reticence, the man said, “Mr. Dorsey should be arriving soon. I'll
have someone
escort you out.”
Brielle nodded politely, unsure of his intentions but eager to leave.
A waiter soon approached and led her towards the exit. As she walked away, she
glanced back. at the man still seated in the gazebo. His fingers caressed his
glass, and a slight smile played at the edges of his concealed lips.
Brielle frowned but didn’t dwell on it.
Once outside, Tiffanie was waiting anxiously at the exit. Upon seeing Brielle
emerge, she quickly circled her, checking for any harm. “Thank God, I was
terrified you'd been chopped up or something.”
She let out a sigh of relief. “Maxle would have killed me If anything happened to
you.”
As she finished speaking. Max's car pulled up.
Visit bignovels.com to read full content.
Tittanie, feeling a tad guilty for having
brought Brielle to the jie then
I bidet EXE ¢
gt Hagen : s gaze and
quickly ushered Brielle into the car,
“ : RIP
See you next time! Have fun.” Visit
bignovels.com to read the latest
chapter of this novel
“Bang!”
The car door closed, and Tiffanie sauntered off to her own convertible.
Visit bignovels.com to read full content.
Brielle swallowed, sensing the chill in
) “ NW
the car's atmo wed ganexpldin!
she said id gentle voice, not
minding playing the peacemaker.
Visit bignovels.com to read the
latest chapter of this novel
Max's gaze fell on the back of her hand.
Visit bignovels.com to read full content.
Brielle had thought nothing of
co) :
Dustin's European manners. A polite
kiss on the hand was customary, m
i #0ssortt
after al, But\Upder Vids scrutiny,
Ss felt that patch of skin burn. Her
fingers curled involuntarily, and
before she could react, Max was
wiping her hand meticulously with a
disinfectant wipe, as if handling a
precious artifact. Visit
bignovels.com to read the latest
chapter of this novel
Brielle knew he was upset, but his careful actions conveyed respect and care.
Affection was like moon—gazing. You didn't just see the moon. It illuminated you
even before. you looked up.
And so, she was willing to let her guard down around Max, even relinquishing
control of her body to him. She couldn't help feeling shy in his presence, her
transparency leaving no need to hide her emotions.
Yet she was certain — she didn’t love Max. Or rather, the moment hadn’t come for
her to feel that she loved Max.