Chapter 663
The back and forth between the two peoplepletely disregarded Brielle as a human being. It was as
if she was just some stray cat or dog, easily dismissed.
Annie took the candy from Murray’s hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. “Aw,e en, I’m
not mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is
nothingpared to what Max can do. If he catches us cking off because we’re goofing around,
we’re toast.”
Murray nodded, respectfully falling in step behind her,
The long corridor grew quiet in an instant, the lively warmth from the party room spilling out from the
ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her
breath. She had no idea what she looked like. Her neck was craned slightly, her face flushed with a
rosy tint.
The image of Max pinning her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through
Kenzo’s mind like a movie stuck on rey.
He frowned, looking away, “Can you walk?”
Brielle heard someone asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Alright, you’re on your own then.”
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He didn’t touch her again. Holding his drink, he just stood by her side.
“Sorry for the trouble.”
Even drunk, Brielle wasn’t one to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began to
walk out.
Kenzo took her phone and dialed Max, but before the call could connect, a figure appeared at the end
of the hallway, sweeping Brielle into a tight embrace.
Max, taking in the scent of alcohol on her, felt a twitch in his brow.
Kenzo stepped out from the shadows, handing over a fruit wine bottle and a script. “I was just about to
call you, and here you are.”
Max took them, his frown deepening at the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo exined quickly, “She asked
for it and imed it was tasty.”
Max massaged his forehead, resisting the urge to pinch Brielle’s cheek.
Brielle winced at the pinch, instinctively trying to pull away.
“Brielle?” Max called out, lifting her in his arms and heading straight out.
Chapter 663
The back and forth between the two peoplepletely disregarded Brielle as a human being. It was as
if she was just some stray cat or dog, easily dismissed.
Annie took the candy from Murray’s hand, and her expression finally softened a bit. ”e on, I’m not
mad at you. Don’t let my poker face scare you off. Let’s get a move on. The defense we set up is
nothingpared to what Max can do. If he catches us cking off because we’re goofing around,
we’re toast.”
Murray nodded, respectfully falling in step behind her.
The long corridor grew quiet in an instant, the lively warmth from the party room spilling out from the
ajar door. Brielle felt suffocated and slowly pushed Kenzo away, leaning against the wall to catch her
breath. She had no idea what she looked like. Her neck was craned slightly, her face flushed with a
rosy tint.
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The image of Max pinning her against the wall outside that room, his lips on hers, flickered through
Kenzo’s mind like a movie stuck on rey.
He frowned, looking away. “Can you walk?”
Brielle heard someone asking her a question, and there was a slight shimmer in her eyes.
“Yes.”
“Alright, you’re on your own then.”
He didn’t touch her again. Holding his drink, he just stood by her side.
“Sorry for the trouble.”
Even drunk, Brielle wasn’t one to cause a scene. She steadied herself against the wall and began to
walk out.
Kenzo took her phone and dialed Max, but before the call could connect, a figure appeared at the end
of the hallway, sweeping Brielle into a tight embrace.
Max, taking in the scent of alcohol on her, felt a twitch in his brow.
Kenzo stepped out from the shadows, handing over a fruit wine bottle and a script. “I was just about to
call you, and here you are.”
Max took them, his frown deepening at the sight of the bottle, so Kenzo exined quickly, “She asked
for it and imed it was tasty.”
Max massaged his forehead, resisting the urge to pinch Brielle’s cheek.
Brielle winced at the pinch, instinctively trying to pull away.
“Brielle?” Max called out, lifting her in his arms and heading straight out.
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Kenzo lingered for a moment before following them out. He saw Max leaning Brielle against the car.
“What’s got into you, drinking like this, Brielle?”
Her arms looped around his neck, a smile ying on her lips as her slender legs began to encircle his
waist. Max’s breathing became ragged, his lips pressing against the nape of her neck, grateful for the
docility that came with her inebriation.
Brielle, breathless from his kisses, rested her chin on his shoulder, her vision blurring just enough to
see a vague figure in the distance. But she was too tired, her mind a nk te.
Max bundled her into the car, his voice husky with restraint. “Stay still. We’re going home
to rest.”
Brielle settled onto hisp, and amidst the car’s jostling, she drifted to sleep.
Back in the small diner, a man behind a mask picked up a ss left on the table. Brielle’s lipstick wasn’t
one for bold colors. She never wore bright red and always stuck to nude shades with just a hint of soft
pink. So, the ss bore a faint mark.
The masked man pressed his lips against that imprint, his eyes churning with emotion. He wanted to
ruin her, to see her sink in the mire of chaos and fall. He wanted to taint her so thoroughly that even the
marrow in her bones turned ck. Those legs wrapped around someone else were an eyesore indeed.
In the dimly lit car, Brielle turned over, feeling restless. The word “understudy” floated through her mind,
followed by a sense of being ignited by rage.
She bit her lip, overwhelmed by a deep sense of frustration.