Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 664

Chapter 664 

Max patted her cheek gently, grabbing a moist towelette from the car to clean the tips of her fingers. 

It was cold. Brielle’s fingers recoiled. 

When the car finally pulled up to the nearest hotel, Max ordered Patrick to ensure Annie was taken to the hospital while he carried Brielle into a room. This was the second time she’d gotten plastered. If he didn’t intervene, any Tom, Dick, or Harry could’ve ended up sharing a drink with her. 

As soon as they entered the room, Brielle felt herself pressed down onto the bed. She couldn’t breathe and struggled to push the weight off. 

This time, Max was serious. Her chin was grasped firmly, and there was no escaping the deep kiss. 

It wasn’t until dawn that Max finally released her. Brielle, exhausted, had long since passed out, her body bruised and battered. 

The comforter was pulled up to her chest, the room’s heater was cranked up high, and beads of sweat moistened the strands of hair on her forehead. Brielle was too tired to 

open her eyes, but she vaguely felt her hands tied and a blindfold over her eyes. 

“No more,” she murmured, pushing away and opening her eyes. The blindfold obscured her vision, making everything unclear. 

Halfway through the night’s drinking, her consciousness had blurred. Kenzo hadn’t warned her the liquor would hit so hard, 

What else did she remember? Right, she remembered seeing Max with his new secretary. 

“Mmm.” 

She felt someone behind her, and a cold sweat broke out over her body as she struggled to remove the blindfold. This wasn’t the Premier Palace; everything felt unfamiliar. 

Max watched her struggle, then flipped her over and pinned her chin for another kiss. 

Brielle’s struggles intensified. The moment Max untied the necktie from her wrists, she yanked off the blindfold. Seeing the person in front of her clearly, her face flushed with 

anger. 

Bastard! 

Max didn’t give her a chance to retaliate. He was already dressed, his composure restored, knotting the tie he’d used on her hands around his neck. 

He was such a jerk! 

Hello wanted to curae put loud but found her throat was hoarse, 

she’d pleaded the night before. There was a deep bite mark on Max’s collarbone that she 

She’d begged him, and he hadn’t yielded. In her haze, she’d bitten him hard 

Did it ever necur to you that if i hadn’t come for you, you’d be carried off to a hotel room by someone else after getting drunk?” Max glanced at her as he adjusted his tie, then moved to leave the room. 

“Wait.” Brielle got out of bed, but her legs gave out, and she dropped to her knees. She qursed him again in her heart. 

Max intended for her to learn a lesson, not to be truly angry with her. He hesitated when he saw her kneel and her knees redden. After all, he’d teased her all night and had just deliberately frightened her. Leaving now would be no better than acting like an jerk. 

He closed the door, returned to the bedside, and tried to lift her. Brielle was furious and tried to push him away, but her control slipped, and her hand accidentally slapped Max’s cheek. 

The sound was sharp in the tense air, and silence followed. 

It wa 

intentional. 

The slap stung her heart more than his face. It felt like a vice grip on her chest, leaving her breathless. 

Es 

She quickly dressed, grabbed her purse, and fled the hotel like a fugitive. Once in the taxi, she stared at her hand for a moment. 

She rubbed her forehead, regretting the slap. Her mind was too cluttered for explanations to sound anything but weak. 

Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Kenzo checking if her head hurt. 

Instead of returning to the Premier Palace, Brielle went home. She had to nurse her hangover. Her stomach churned until she sipped some hot water. 

“No headache, just tired.” 

“Tired?”