Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

"Brielle."

Max placed the spoon in front of her, giving her lips a gentle tap.

She was daydreaming.

Snapping back to reality, Brielle opened her mouth and took another bite of the silky tofu pudding he had made for her. Back in her school days, she had a soft spot for this kind of comfort food. To Brielle, the purest days were those spent in academia. Max grabbed a napkin and tenderly wiped the corners of her mouth.

"Did you ever feel lonely when you were an exchange student abroad, representing Beaconsfield College?" he asked softly.

Brielle was puzzled by Max's sudden interest in her exchange year. She pondered for a moment before replying with a casual tone.

"Honestly, it wasn't much different from home. Just routine meals, studying various subjects."

"No friends?"

"None."

Max continued feeding her the tofu pudding, finding her straightforward answers quite endearing.

His questions were driven by a need to understand the situation with the IUD. It had to be during the year and two months abroad, or in the three years since she joined Dorsey International. If she had undergone deep hypnosis, surely some memories would linger. But Brielle's responses were too nonchalant, as if her exchange year held no tales worth telling. Her focus now was entirely on the tofu pudding, her taste buds awakened, irresistibly drawn closer to Max.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he dabbed at her lips once more before standing up.

"I have a meeting soon. You can watch some TV in the meantime."

Brielle nodded.

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Max headed upstairs to his study, closing the door behind him, his expression instantly turning grave Leaning against the door, an excruciating headache gripped him, as if someone were trying to cleave his head open with an axe.

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The pain had begun earlier, in Patrick's presence, but he had managed to hide it. After taking a moment in the car, not wanting worry Brielle, he had stopped by Beaconsfield College, picking up some snacks on his way back. That Way, he could tell her he was held up

there.

His phone wasn't lost, but when the pain struck, his vision blacked out, leaving him without the strength to even answer a call.

Back against the door, sweat

beaded on his forehead. Max felt

blind to the world, the pain so

invasive it robbed him of conte

thought He didn't know how he

mustered the fortitude to appear so calm before Brielle, especially now with her carrying their child; he didn't want her to experience the slightest distress.

Eyes closed, Max reached for a chair but accidentally knocked a few books off a shelf, creating a thud.

"Max, are you alright?"

Brielle's voice came from outside, concern etched in every word. She had stopped eating and followed him to the study, her hand poised to open the door.

Max's eyes were tinged with red from the pain. It was unbearable. Yet, his voice remained steady, stopping her from entering.

"I'm fine, I'll join you after my meeting."

The subtext was clear: do not disturb for now.

Brielle's hand paused, knowing he had been swamped with non-stop calls lately. "Okay, I'll go watch TV downstairs."

Turning to leave, she remembered to remind him, "Has your meeting started yet? Your coat is wet, and your clothes underneath might be damp too. You should change."

Her words had barely faded when the door swung open. Max stood there, still and quiet, a faint smile on his face, his demeanor as noble as ever.

"Yeah."