Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1032

Brielle often found herself tangled in a web of doubts. She had always told herself that until Max showed any signs of affection, she wouldn't let herself fall for him first. But back then, she lacked confidence. Why would Max ever fall for a woman who had brazenly made the first move?

Why had her attempts worked when so many others had failed? Was he really that drunk that night?

Her brother once mentioned during a meet-up abroad that Max had an incredible self-control around women—strong enough to spend an entire night with one and remain unaffected. Could a few drinks really change that, making him spend not just one, but two whole nights with her?

This doubt always lingered in her mind, yet Max's unwavering affection for her seemed to dispel all her uncertainties. Why couldn't it be her? Maybe she just caught his eye, or perhaps he had been moved by her from an earlier moment, thus allowing her actions.

But one thing was undeniable—Max had always treated her exceptionally well, never once letting her down.

So, in Beaconsfield, when someone suggested she was just a stand-in, she could confidently refute them. It was impossible; she wasn't anyone's replacement. The way Max looked at her—that was something you couldn't fake.

However, faced with Kenzo's words from the night before, Brielle found herself at a loss for words.

The existence of a child so similar to Max implied the existence of another woman. And at that time, Max—or rather, a different persona within him that was beyond his control—might have genuinely cared for that woman and fathered her child.

She hesitated, eventually retreating back to her car in fear. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to leave, her eyes fixed on the slightly ajar gate as if not seeking the truth would keep her fantasies alive.

Finally, Brielle attempted to reverse her car, intending to leave, but was halted by the sound of her phone ringing. It was that familiar number, the one she had imagined answering countless times during her bouts of wishful thinking. Her emotions collapsed instantly, even though she knew this call wasn't a figment of her imagination. The pain was unbearable because she knew the caller was King, not Max.

All she wanted was Max.