Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357 

Dopamine, the instigator of fondness, the spark behind it all. It represented addiction and longing. The name Brielle amplified those cravings. 

Max had lived for twenty–six years, and for the first time, he admitted defeat. 

When Brielle woke up, snow was drifting past the window. She turned over wearily, finding the other side of the bed empty. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up abruptly. 

The movement sent a wave of soreness through her body, and she frowned, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. 

It snowed, and Max had returned. They had kissed their way from the elevator to the doorstep. 

Her cheeks burned with heat as she thought of lifting the blanket, only to notice the string of black beads around her wrist. 

Max had given her those beads, leaving a cool kiss on her fingertips. 

Max. 

Max. 

Her mind was now a whirlwind of thoughts about Max. 

After freshening up, she quietly opened the door to the living room. Max was already dressed in a suit, sipping coffee, and browsing through the documents Patrick had delivered that morning. He looked up slowly at the sound of her footsteps. 

Brielle paused, awkwardly averting her gaze. Her pale skin made the bracelet around her wrist 

stand out even more. 

The fairy of the night had brought The Priest down to earth, and that bracelet was a token of his willing descent. 

Brielle walked uneasily, feeling a tender ache with every step. It wasn’t unbearable, but it stirred an unsettling restlessness within her. 

Max reached out, grasping her wrist and pulling her into his embrace. She wore the silk. nightgown provided by the hotel. Its neckline was modest, but the patchy marks on her neck. were impossible to cover. 

“Max,” she said, frozen in his arms, while he remained casual. His hands encircled her waist as he continued with his paperwork. 

“Hmm?” 

Brielle bit her lip, taking a while to relax against his chest. 

Max’s chin rested lightly on her shoulder, asking. “Are you hungry?” 

Indeed, Brielle felt a pang of hunger, but happiness had come so unexpectedly that she felt like 

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Chapter 357