Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 868

Max offered a silent apology for letting her suspect go. As the ash from the cigarette pinched between his fingers drifted to the ground, a gentle gust of wind scattered it, making it disappear.

The silence between them grew thick, an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. Brielle knew how to put herself in someone else's shoes.

Max had orchestrated this entire scheme with meticulous care, all for the sake of capturing those two individuals. And it was all for her.

He could've remained untouchable, like an ivory tower of indifference, letting things play out on their own. That was his usual way. He was never one to lend a hand directly, to make things too easy for her. Otherwise, she would always turn to him whenever trouble arose. But what would she do if a storm were to hit Max's shores in the future? Who could she turn to then?

Deep down, she always knew that the partner Max needed was someone who could not only enjoy the serene view from the riverbanks with him but also hold his hand tightly through the most tumultuous waves.

So, he seldom intervened, more often than not observing from a distance with a calm detachment. His plan this time was flawless; he had even managed to deceive her without revealing a single clue. If it weren't for her meddling, the suspect wouldn't have escaped—either captured alive or left as a cold body on the ground. Clearly, the individual held a significant position within the enemy's ranks.

Max stubbed out his cigarette, having never really taken a puff. Brielle leaned her cheek against his back, nudging gently. Max's gaze drifted back from the horizon, turning to face her, his head bowing to plant a series of playful kisses along her collarbone.

Brielle flinched in pain but dared not resist, assuming the role of someone ready to be consumed. But the wind was strong, and after a brief punitive bite, he simply adjusted her collar.

"We fly back at dawn. Let's go inside and rest," he said.

Brielle nodded, grasping his hand, wanting to accompany him. Max patted her head and headed to the bathroom first to wash away the scent of smoke from his fingertips.

When he emerged, he found her sitting on the bed, her hair cascading down, patting the spot beside her invitingly. The contrast of her dark hair against the white pillowcase highlighted her beauty.