Chapter 149


    Brielle never imagined that returning home at the witching hour of 3 A.M. would lead to an encounter


    with Max right on her doorstep. Max was even being set up by the neighbor? The world seemed to be


    spinning its own surreal tale.


    She hurriedly stepped forward, fumbling with her keys to unlock the door, while offering a strained smile


    and thanks to the neighbor. “Thanks a bunch, really, he’s good on his own. He’s a celibate, you know.


    The neighbor was no fool and seemed eager to follow up. “A celibate at your ce? Don’t you have a


    fiancé?”


    Cursed be those times Spencer had made a spectacle of himself, making their rtionship the talk of


    the town.


    Caught off guard, Brielle managed to chuckle as she shut the door, “This is strictly between us,


    definitely not for my fiancé’s ears.”


    Left on the doorstep. The neighbor’s face was aplex puzzle of emotions. Max’s looks were hard to


    ignore, and she couldn’t help but mutter, “Handsomed, but what a shame about his choices. Even if


    you’re just arm candy, at least pick someone with deep pockets. Not many around here with fat


    wallets.”


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    Inside, Max sat silently on the sofa, his features clouded with difort.


    Brielle, though sleepy, couldn’t help but find humor in the situation. She fetched a ss of water from


    the kitchen. “Sorry about that, Mr. Dorsey. She loves ying matchmaker. Guess she fancied your


    looks.”


    Max looked up, squinting as he appraised her. Aside from the fatigue etched on her face, she revealed


    nothing else.


    No sadness, no regret, no anger.


    His heart seemed to clench inexplicably.


    “Why would Mr. Dorseye here? Is it rted to Bookpany?”


    Brielle certainly wouldn’t presume that Max came to see her. The first thing that came to her mind was


    Book. She had organized the information at that time. Could there be a problem with


    the information?


    She nced at the wall clock; it was already half–past three in the morning. To discuss work at this


    hour, Max really was hard working.


    A sharp look shed in Max’s eyes, and the cold aura around his eyebrows was so icy that it could turn


    into white frost..


    Mr. Dorsey? In private, she usually preferred to call him Uncle Max. But now, considering she needed


    to break off her engagement with Spencer, she couldn’t call him Uncle Max anymore?


    Or perhaps, she wanted to end this rtionship that should never have started.


    He nced down, his gaze falling on the ck rosary around his wrist. His fingers delicately yed


    with the beads, a sign his patience was wearing thin, Oddly enough, his chest felt tight,


    He couldn’t help but nce at his chest, wondering it something was amiss, but his yearly medical


    exams always showed he was in top shape,


    This feeling was foreign, tinged with a trace of Irritation.


    Andrew had suggested this could be an opportunity to cut ties with Brielle, but Max felt the reality was


    the opposite. It’s as It Brielle wanted to use this chance to push him away. This realization froze his


    fingers mid–bead, a shadow crossing his eyes.


    “Three in the morning, and I’m here at the home of a woman I’ve been involved with. Do your really


    think it’s about work?” His expression showed rare signs of exasperation as he casually loosened his


    tie, tilting his head back slightly. “What do you take me for?”


    Brielle wasn’t listening closely, her mind busily sorting through her next moves.


    The Haywood n sought vengeance, Ryan wouldn’t let her off easy, Mark and the kids needed. her,


    and her colleagues at Dorsey International were not pleased with her. Tessa might be keeping tabs on


    her too. From every angle, she seemed surrounded by threats.


    Maintaining her rtionship with Max could save her a lot of trouble. At least until she could


    comfortably leave Beaconsfield, then she could afford to sever ties with him.


    Having made up her mind, even in exhaustion, Brielle perched herself on hisp, softly pressing. her


    lips to his. Aubree was right. Max’s lips were too inviting, easy to get lost in, especially when he


    presented himself as hers for the taking. It was the kind of temptation that could drive a woman to ruin.


    Brielle, tired as she was, took the lead momentarily before resting her forehead against his shoulder.


    It was an invitation.