Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 1426

Tiffanie felt a lump in her throat, making it impossible to say a word. Mason didn't wait for her reply; his hand stayed firmly over his eyes, unmoving. She sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers trembling, yearning to reach out and hold his hand. But her mind was a whirlwind, a storm of thoughts and emotions.

As the last rays of the sunset faded, she finally reached out and gently took his hand. "Could you help me see a therapist tomorrow?" she whispered. Mason stiffened, his hand still over his eyes, his sleeve likely soaked with tears. He didn't want to show this vulnerable side of himself. "Yeah," he nodded, his voice raspy.

Tiffanie stayed by the couch, pulling his hand to her cheek. Mason's eyelashes were damp as he sat up and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Tiffanie bit her lip, but eventually, the tears came, and she cried openly. They held each other for what seemed like forever before slowly letting go. Mason didn't rush things; after a shower, they lay in bed, fingers intertwined. It was unclear who fell asleep first, but soon their breathing was gentle and calm. They were both drained, completely worn out.

Even though Tiffanie had agreed to see a therapist, when the day came, she was filled with dread. She clutched Mason's hand, second-guessing her decision, but his earlier words echoed in her mind, and she bit her lip hard. The therapist was there to help her heal the deepest wounds in her heart, which meant she had to lay bare her most difficult truths in front of the person she loved most. Her body trembled, her eyes unable to meet the therapist's.

The therapist gave her a reassuring look, encouraging her to relax. But relaxation was impossible for Tiffanie; she nestled even closer into Mason's arms, shaking like a leaf. Mason gently patted her back and kissed her ear. "It's okay, you're safe," he murmured.