Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Brielle’s heart skipped a beat as she entered the palatial Premier Palace living room. Was it possible Michael knew about last night’s debacle? She wanted to probe further, but her words. jammed in her throat.

Upon her arrival, Wesley greeted her with a smile that spread across his face in an instant. “Ms. Brielle, I’ve heard all about it. You’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you? Come, sit down. I’ll have the kitchen whip up some chicken soup for you.”

Brielle couldn’t help but smile wryly. Wesley’s solution to everything seemed to be soup. Nevertheless, appreciating the kind gesture, she nodded, “Thank you, that would be lovely.”

Wesley hurried to instruct the kitchen staff, who were already well–versed in Brielle’s preferences, and had prepared several comfort dishes especially for her.

During her three–day recovery at Premier Palace, only Aubree called to say that Tessa had been taken back by the Rowland family.

Brielle, who was busy organizing company documents, had no interest in news about Tessa. After a brief chat with Aubree and hanging up the phone, Brielle went to her department.

The atmosphere was cordial enough, but her desk was buried under a cascade of roses that trailed all the way to the door. Recalling the last time she received flowers from an anonymous suitor, Brielle frowned. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Her colleagues seemed nonplussed, each voicing their envy.

“Ms. Haywood, you’re one lucky lady. These are all from Mr. Noah. He’s been kindly buying the team milkshakes every day.”

Mr. Noah? Brielle’s frown deepened. What was Noah up to with this stunt?

She had the janitor clear away the flowers. No sooner had she sat down than Noah strode in. unabashedly placing two tickets to a musical on her desk. “Brielle, I heard you were under the weather. Feeling any better? Fancy joining me for a musical tonight?”

When Noah asked this question, he couldn’t help but have some doubts in his mind. Despite hearing about her hospital stay, his contacts had unearthed no information on her whereabouts.

Brielle stepped back, wondering what on earth had happened to Noah.

Noah flashed a self–perceived charming smile and leaned towards her. “Brielle, I must confess I’ve always admired you.”

Expecting her to blush like any other woman, he was taken aback when she looked up and asked, “Admire me for what?”

Caught off guard by her question, Noah faltered. He had never truly respected her, so how could he admire her?

14:25

Amused by his discomfort, Brielle gestured towards the office door. “We’re on the clock, Mr. Noah. Why don’t you head back upstairs? We can discuss personal matters after work.”

Noah’s face stiffened, struggling for breath, but keen on preserving his image, he nodded. genteelly, “Alright, I’ll catch up with you after work.”

Brielle furrowed her brow again, but she really didn’t want to waste energy on irrelevant people. She focused intently on the documents in front of her instead.

With only ten minutes left until the end of the workday, Noah approached once again. The department buzzed with speculation about their relationship.

Brielle’s expression darkened, “Mr. Noah, let’s cut to the chase.”

Unfazed, Noah presented the musical tickets again, “Didn’t we agree? Join me tonight; I’ve arranged a surprise.”

He then addressed the others, “I’ll treat those working overtime to a late–night feast around eight o’clock. Seafood’s on the way.”

It was clear he was trying to impress Brielle, though she hadn’t given her consent. The colleagues chimed in with their thoughts.

“Mr. Noah, I didn’t expect you had such a romantic side.”

“I always thought Mr. Noah was all business. Who knew you had it in you to chase someone?”

“Just get together already.”

Soon, the chant echoed through the office.

Noah stared at Brielle expectantly and bent forward to take her hand.

Brielle stepped back, aware that many were snickering at her expense. Everyone knew she was Spencer’s ex–fiancée, and she had only recently broken off the engagement. Now, in their eyes, she had quickly latched onto Noah, branding her fickle.

Undeterred by the gossip. Noah confessed, “Brielle, your past doesn’t bother me. Would you consider me? If you’re with me, everything I have is yours. Whatever you want, I can provide.”

Noah’s wealth was no secret within the company. His readiness to share everything with. Brielle spoke volumes of his affection for her.