Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 952

Antonio's interview wasn't just trending online; it had hit the news big time. Suddenly, the whole country was buzzing about the Dorsey family's dirty laundry.

Brielle saw the news on TV. Thanks to Antonio's bombshell, her trending updates were overshadowed, with Max now being the talk of the town. She flipped through several channels, all covering the same story.

Unable to help herself, she glanced at Max, who was sitting calmly at the other end of the sofa, peeling a grape for her. He seemed completely oblivious to the TV chatter. She had been craving something sweet yet tangy, and Max had been by her side all day, naturally taking on the task of peeling grapes.

Brielle hadn’t wanted to get caught up in public opinion, but everyone bad-mouthing Max was starting to get to her. Max was such a good guy, and these people clearly didn't know the first thing about him.

“Open up,” Max said, not even sparing a glance at the TV. He meticulously peeled the grape, placed it in a porcelain bowl, and then fed it to her with a spoon. His movements were so graceful, and he wore gloves while peeling the grapes.

In truth, Brielle was curious to see the juice spread across his fingertips, but he was too much of a neat freak for that. She opened her mouth, ate a grape, and then casually draped her leg over his.

Other than stepping out to rescue Tiffanie, Max hadn't left the house in two days, dedicating himself entirely to her. Brielle sensed his indulgence and sometimes wanted to test just how far he’d go.

With her leg resting on his, she struck a pose like a lazy cat. Max didn't push her away. Without even a flutter of his eyelashes, he fed her a few grapes, set the bowl on the coffee table, and then placed his hands on her leg, gently massaging.

“Legs sore?” he asked.

Brielle shook her head, swallowed, and then tilted her chin upward. “A bit to the left.”

Max chuckled softly, his long fingers moving to the left. Comfortable, Brielle closed her eyes and decided to turn off the TV, no longer interested in the news. She admired Max's composure. The Dorsey family was tearing itself apart, and now with William gone, Max remained unshaken within the walls of Premier Palace. If the Dorseys found out, they'd probably lose their minds.

Brielle touched her stomach, put further thoughts aside, and drifted off to sleep. As soon as she was asleep, the smile on Max's face faded. He carefully moved her leg off his knee, unfolded a blanket beside him, and gently covered her.