Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 333

Chapter 333 

Brielle couldn’t guess what he was about to say, but that single sentence had injected a jolt of energy into her weary bones. 

The thrumming of the helicopter blades was audible, yet with the mountains shrouded in a thick mist, it was impossible to pinpoint someone’s location once they strayed. 

Max crouched down again, gesturing for her to climb on. “I’ll take you back. Kenzo’s already been picked up.” 

It seemed Kenzo’s injuries were serious; otherwise, the chopper wouldn’t have hovered directly overhead. They must have sent a winch down from high above to haul him up. Thankfully, they weren’t dealing with a dense fog; otherwise, evacuating Kenzo would have been a nightmare. 

“Are you sure Kenzo has been rescued?” Brielle wrapped her arms around his neck again, whispering close enough that her breath tickled his skin. 

Max looked down, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks as he murmured a subdued “Yeah.” 

Brielle felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The fog grew thicker, to the point where even the ground beneath her feet was nearly obscured, wrapping the world in an ethereal haze. 

Later on, when Brielle would recount this episode to Aubree, she would mention she always felt as if they had been surrounded by chaos, unsure where heaven or earth lay. Perched on his back, she watched him navigate the fog–enshrouded terrain, a vast expanse where it seemed 

the only two souls left. 

they! 

She wished this path would stretch on indefinitely, without end, but she knew all too well that this brief, blissful moment was no more than a beautiful yet fragile castle in the air, so precarious that pulling out a single brick could bring it down like an avalanche. 

As the fog began to dissipate, the stream ahead gradually came into view. Brielle’s eyes drooped with a touch of sadness. 

Max walked with a steady gait, noticing that a group had gathered in a clearing up ahead, waiting. It seemed that the fog had been too dense, and after finding Kenzo, everyone had retreated. 

A man approached Max. “Sir, Mr. Kenzo’s been taken to the local clinic for stitches. Once he’s patched up, he’ll be able to return to Beaconsfield.” 

Curious eyes swept over Brielle, but she quickly looked away. 

Brielle’s injuries were superficial. She tugged discreetly at Max’s suit jacket. “Put me down, I can walk.” 

Max set her down but, worried she might trip over the stones, so he kept an arm around her waist and announced to the others, “Let’s head back.” 

15:12 

Their curiosity was palpable, but nobody asked any questions. 

Max helped Brielle onto the helicopter and sat beside her as it took off, rising higher and higher from the ground. 

Brielle gazed out the window, feeling a sense of loss. Was this return journey a sign that everything was over? Was this a happy ending? 

Overcome by exhaustion, she couldn’t resist leaning against the side and falling asleep. 

Max glanced at her and gently shifted her head onto his shoulder. With that done, his thoughts began to drift. 

Both of Brielle’s brushes with danger had been because of him. Without his involvement. someone with her background wouldn’t have faced such threats in Beaconsfield. 

Who could it be? They were well–trained, tactful, and attacked without leaving a single trace. 

His lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes cutting sharply through the air. 

The helicopter soon landed at the Premier Palace. Brielle was asleep, and barely aware that she was being carried into a warm embrace; she mumbled groggily. “When can Kenzo return to Beaconsfield?”