Max was packing their bags when he heard her sigh. His fingers paused for just a moment before he went back to it.
"Take it easy, I've got this," he assured her.
Brielle sprawled out on the bed, feeling a bit let down. Here she was, all dolled up with nowhere to go. What a waste, she thought.
Max worked quickly, getting their luggage sorted in no time, then handed her a comfy set of clothes.
"Slip these on, we're heading out soon," he said.
Brielle let out another sigh but did as she was told. The outfit was her usual choice for a laid-back day, nothing too flashy, which seemed to sit well with Max.
Once they were on the private jet, Brielle found all her skiing gear neatly laid out for her. She had only ever skated on ice rinks, never on real snow.
A day later, they arrived at the snowy mountains, and the sight of the vast, icy expanse took her breath away—it was a whole different kind of beauty from summer's warmth.
After settling in at the hotel and shaking off the jet lag, she was eager for Max to teach her how to ski.
The ski slopes were divided into beginner, intermediate, advanced, and professional levels. The professional slope was nearly empty, meant for the truly brave and skilled. Brielle, being a rookie, nervously made her way to the beginner slope.
Max, ditching his signature suit for some sporty casual wear, looked surprisingly youthful. Yet, his charisma was undeniable, drawing attention even in the crowd.
They hadn't been out of the hotel long before Max started attracting admirers like bees to honey.
Brielle's mood took a nosedive. Now she knew exactly how Max felt when others were flirting with her at the beach.
It was like being submerged in a sea of jealousy.
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pls update next chapter...
New chapters please. Story is really interesting and i love both the ML and FL....
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