Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 356

Chapter 356

Her voice was resolute, and perhaps realizing a surge of emotion, she slowly lowered her gaze.

Max was just quietly watching her while Brielle dared not meet his eyes. After a long moment. Max slipped oft the black rosary from his wrist and placed it onto hers. The black beads still carried the warmth of his skin, his scent.

Brielle jerked her head up in disbelief. Had he really given her the rosary? Had Max placed his rosary on her wrist?

Her eyes widened in shock, and her mind was a blank canvas. It was as if the Milky Way had. suddenly cascaded into the core of her heart.

She must've been dreaming!

However, the coolness on her wrist reminded her that this was all very real.

"Brielle?"

Seeing her sitting there, dazed, Max took her hand and gently kissed it. His lips were cool, cool enough to make Brielle retract her fingers slightly. "Brielle, stay with me tonight."

Max had the ability to make any woman fall into the trap of his love if he so wished.

Brielle opened her mouth. She had words that could fill an entire universe to say, yet unable to utter a single star. At that moment, she felt a potent flutter, like a wildfire raging uncontrollably. She could navigate all the rivers and the winding roads, but she couldn't navigate around Max.

Stunned, she lowered her head and touched the black beads on her wrist. Without another word from him, she understood. It wasn't unrequited love; she wasn't performing a solo act.

Max had responded. This realization filled her with such joy that she nearly lost her voice.

She didn't recall how she got out of the car, or how she took the elevator. Everything around them seemed too quiet; in the whole hotel, it felt like they were the only two people. Their room on the top floor overlooked the entire town of Beaconsfietti.

Max's eyes were dark; his usual aloofness was now an intoxicating allure. "As his lips met hers, Brielle was still a bit dizzy. All the lights below seemed to turn into stars on the ground. She could reach out and pluck them from the sky.

Her cheeks flushed as she raised her head and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Max's hands slid from her back to her waist, flipping her over. They fell into this mire together, entwined.

Brielle felt an immense satisfaction, joy seeping from her very bones. She never aspired to be at celestial being; all she wanted was to be with the one who made her heart race, to be just another couple in Beaconsfield.

Chapter 356

The town lights were before her, and behind her was her worldly haven. The black beads on her wrist gently swayed. He was no longer The Priest.

He was just Max.

Brielle's face was flushed with shyness, and then she saw fireworks suddenly erupt in the distance, lighting up the entire city. Under the witness of these fireworks, they engaged in the most intimate, irreplaceable lovemaking.

He kissed her lips tenderly, so gently they seemed to weep.

The fireworks blossomed not in the sky but in her heart. The booming sounds made her eardrums tremble.

Max seemed to whisper something in her ear before moving his kisses along her skin.

Brielle was too exhausted from the night's activities, watching the fireworks fade away until the sky began to show the first light of dawn. She felt worn, her body was devoid of any unblemished skin, and her eyes reddened several times over.

She couldn't move a finger as she lay in bed. Yet, she was still trying to remember what Max

ad said at the end of the fireworks.

ventually, she was too tired to think, turned and nestled into his embrace, and fell asleep.

Max looked down at her and chuckled softly, repeating the words. "Brielle, I've been defeated by opamine."