Master of his heart

Chapter 66
The Haywood residence was a beacon of light in the quiet of Beaconsfield, with
Cameron lounging on the plush sofa, poring over some documents. He sensed
Lillian’s descent down the grand staircase and set the paperwork aside.
With her lips pursed, Lillian rubbed her eyes, the embodiment of distress.
“Cameron, has the mess been sorted out yet?” she asked tentatively. She was
referring to the scandal where Faith had boldly called off her engagement, a
move that had left the Haywoods red-faced with embarrassment.
But what could be done? The Haywoods, though a respectable name in the top
ten of Beaconsfield's elite, owed much of their social standing to the favor of the
Dorseys. Without the Dorsey influence, the Haywoods were merely wealthy,
nothing more.
Lillian perched carefully on the edge of the sofa, her eyes brimming with unshed
tears. “Bri was probably just spouting nonsense the other day. If Faith really does
call off the engagement, will the Haywoods...”
Cameron's gaze drifted to the expanse of skin on her neck, feeling a sudden
dryness in his throat. He averted his eyes and adjusted her collar for her. “Don’t
worry about it. Even if the engagement is off, the Haywoods won't crumble,” he
reassured her.
“Cameron, did you keep up with today’s auction?” Lillian inquired, switching
topics.
He nodded. He'd heard about it, but such events were beyond the Haywoods’
social reach. “Bri was there, but I don’t know who she went with. I'm always
concerned she might fall in with the wrong crowd,” Lillian confessed.
Cameron's brow furrowed at the mention of Brielle. “She's the one who's been
acting irresponsibly!”
“Cameron, don't get mad. Maybe I'm misjudging her. Why don't you talk to her
when she gets back? Bri is still upset with me. I'm too afraid to call her.”
“Lillian, the Haywoods regard you as their own daughter. You're no less than her.
You don't have to belittle yourself like this.”
She leaned back into the sofa, an action that once again exposed her collar.
Lillian was nurtured by the Haywoods into a woman of fine complexion. While her
features were merely pleasant, her vulnerable charm could soften any man’s
heart.
Cameron, already fond of her, couldn't resist pulling her into his embrace upon
witnessing such vulnerability.
Lillian struggled feebly in his arms, “Cameron, let me go. I can’t give you a
definite answer just yet. This isn't right,” she whispered, her voice soft and
deliberately coy.
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Cameron's breath deepened, and he pinned her gently to the sofa. “Lillian, I'll
wait as long as it takes for you.”
Tears began anew, as if she bore the weight of the world’s sorrow. Her tear-
streaked face softened Cameron's intentions, and he gently lifted her up,
comforting her with his closeness.
Lillian sniffled, “I'm still worried about Bri. She won't see me now. If you can,
please talk to her.”
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However, he couldn't deny Lillian’s request, and he agreed despite the bitter
taste in his mouth.
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And if Max became enamored with her... The mere thought made Lillian weak at
the knees.
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Brielle entered Max's car, but the atmosphere was cold as ice, seemingly
crushing her with its weight. That frosty air emanated from Andrew, who regarded
her with icy scrutiny.
Brielle instinctively moved closer to Max, a cold sweat breaking out on her back.
Andrew sneered, stretching out his legs and crossing them with the lazy menace
of a panther.
“First Dustin, now Flynn. Brielle, your ambitions are quite lofty, aren't they?”
Andrew had returned to the hall after finishing some paperwork, only to witness
Brielle and Harper chatting amiably.
Brielle frowned, realizing Andrew always harbored hostility towards her. Resigned
to this, she boldly reached for Max's slender fingers and caressed the palm of his
hand.
Andrew's face darkened, his eyes narrowing.
A wave of relief washed through Brielle as she straightened her fingers and
slipped them through Max's, a tingling sensation spreading through their
intertwined hands.