Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 583

Chapter 583 

Patrick certainly overheard the comment, and while such an occurrence might not have seemed out of the ordinary for someone else, it was utterly preposterous when it came to Max. Patrick been at Max’s side for so many years, but he had never known Max to take a photo. 

That one time, years ago, it was only after the editor–in–chief of the financial report had practically begged on bended knees that Max had reluctantly agreed. 

After getting Max’s phone, Patrick found the whole situation rather surreal. Yet, considering the CEO had recently made video calls, breaking the routine just this once didn’t seem too outlandish. 

In the camera lens, Max maintained his usual expression. His face was as if perennially kissed by frost, but Patrick could sense that frost was slowly thawing. After snapping a picture, he handed the phone back to Max. 

Max scrutinized the photo, and his brows knitted together. “Does it look alright?” 

Patrick nearly choked upon hearing that. If Max’s face wasn’t handsome, then no one on earth could claim the title! 

How many men envied his looks, perhaps even more than they coveted his talent! There was even a time when a Hollywood heartthrob declared that he’d undergo plastic surgery in a heartbeat if any clinic could sculpt him into Max’s likeness. 

“Sir, it’s perfect as is.” 

Patrick wasn’t just buttering him up; as a man, he genuinely believed that face had no bad angles, up close or from afar. 

On the other end, Brielle regretted sending her message just minutes after it went out. Wesley had mentioned that Max disliked taking photos, yet she had made such a request, especially when he was already troubled with various matters – it was rather thoughtless of her. 

As Max didn’t reply immediately, she hurriedly began to compose another message. [Actually, I was just kidding. You don’t have to send one; how about I send you one of mine instead?] 

But just as she finished editing the message and before she could send it, her phone pinged. It was Max’s photo, the same frosty visage but with an obvious attempt to accommodate the 

camera. 

Brielle’s fingers froze as if the gates to a sealed valley had been flung open, letting in an endless gale. She felt the gentlest of cherishing from the world, more precious than anything else. 

At a loss for words, her lips parted, but her eyes unexpectedly reddened. She quickly saved the photo, even creating a hidden folder for it. After all, this was probably the second photo of Max in existence, and it deserved to be treasured. 

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Chapter 583 

As Max awaited her response, the lack thereof had him frowning, wondering if the photo was indeed unflattering. Just as he moved to type, Brielle’s emoji blew in. It was a kiss emoji. This was the first time Brielle had sent such an emoji. 

Max pondered for a moment before turning to Patrick. “Patrick.” 

Patrick was still reeling from the recent shock, his mind a jumble. At the sound of his name, he braced for another bombshell. “Sir, what is it?” 

“How do you take a screenshot?” 

Before Max met Brielle, his phone was used solely for communication. He’d never unlocked any other functions. 

Patrick quickly leaned over his screen, pointing to Brielle’s expression – was Max really going to take a screenshot of this? He couldn’t help but smile, Brielle probably was the only one who could make Max do such a thing. Swiftly, he pulled down the screen for him and pointed at a particular icon, “Press here for a screenshot, and it’ll automatically save to your gallery.”