Chapter 543
“I’m just guessing you would’ve heard about it, that’s all.”
Martha mped her mouth shut, her hand gripping the mug so tightly it nearly shattered. Of course,
she was aware of Michael’s request to Brielle, but she couldn’t bear it.
A sh of defiance crossed her eyes. “Max, does it have to be her?”
The defiance quickly faded, and her tone became indifferent. “No matter what happens in the future,
you’ll always be with her, right?”
“Yes.”
The call ended abruptly. Max nced at his phone before returning to the dinner table. His appetite had
somewhat diminished, but he still offered Brielle a piece of crab. “Here, eat up. You must be starving.”
Brielle sensed his mood had darkened. She knew who had called and felt a twinge in her
heart.
No wonder even Tiffanie had been ming her tonight. Being with Max seemed to iste him from
everyone else. She had nothing to begin with, so there was nothing for her to lose. This rtionship
had always been a greater sacrifice for him from the start. She didn’t even know what she could offer to
make up for all that he had lost.
She told herself that maybe Max didn’t care much for kinship or friendship, but if he truly didn’t care, he
wouldn’t have let Andrew punch him; if he didn’t care, he wouldn’t have made. such an effort to send
Martha abroad and ensure she was well looked after.
Brielle couldn’t lie to herself; Max was quite emotionally reserved, but seemed even more emotionally
impoverished because of her presence.
The once vorful meal now tasted nd. She resolved to treat Max better, so well that she might
compensate for everything he was missing. She had to be better for him. That was her
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silent vow.
After finishing their meal, they didn’t bother going up to the roof to watch the night’s fireworks. She
picked up the unfinished scarf and continued knitting. Just as she said she would do when she texted
him. She knitted in his arms.
By therge floor–to–ceiling window, he held a book in one hand, the other resting gently on
the back of her head.
Brielle knitted a few stitches, nced at the cover, and knew what he was reading. It’s a book. by
Borges.
Her hands paused for a moment as she watched him, his gaze lowered, reading intently. His long
lashes cast a deep shadow over his eyelids, and his jawline was even more perfect in this light.
She thought to herself that, no matter what the future held, she would always remember this moment.
That night, they went to bed without making love, simply cuddling together as they
ell asleep
#she awoke, her phone was flooded with messages wishing her a Happy New Year. Some were from
Mason, others from Aubree and Tiffanie.
Mason had sent two messages–one with New Year’s greetings and another about the Rond family’s
dealings abroad.
The Rond family was convinced. They were ready to drop a whopping twenty billion on that piece of
land. Once the government’s seal was on it, thend would be theirs.
many had
Brielle’s lips curled into a smile. Cash flow was the lifeblood of apany, and gone bankrupt due to
liquidity issues. That twenty billion would hit the Rond family where it hurt, keeping them from
scheming against her.
She was about to reply when Mason sent another message. The overseas process was much simpler
than back home, and in about a week, thend’s fate would be announced.
Brielle replied with a single word, [Good.]
She responded to the other New Year’s wishes, but one message took her by surprise. It was from
Kenzo, and it was just a picture of fireworks.
Beaconsfield had a grand fireworks disy on New Year’s Eve, a highlight for many each year. In
Brielle’s heart, she had already seen the most beautiful fireworks with Max, so the previous night’s
disy held no interest for her.
Kenzo’s picture was quite artistic, clearly taken from a well–thought–out angle. [Beautiful photo. Happy
new year, Kenzo.]
Kenzo didn’t respond. Brielle figured the photo was likely sent to a group and didn’t dwell on
it
Her peaceful days continued until she went to Dorsey International for thest time to hand over her
duties, where she encountered Sydney dressed exactly like her. The rest of the department seemed
surprised to see her back, their words stuck in their throats. And Sydney, clutching a pile of documents,
nodded slightly at her before heading to the elevator. Sydney used to be lively, but now she affected an
aloof demeanor.
Once Sydney left, her colleagues started buzzing with gossip.
“Ms. Haywood, you saw it, right? She’s been copying youtely, from how you dress to the way you
talk. And she’s always hanging around the top floor.”
“She insists on delivering any documents that need to go up there.”
“Every outfit you’ve worn, she’s bought the same.”
The feeling of being mimicked behind your back was downright ufortable, especially when the
imitator kept showing up around Max.