Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 1101

Talking to him felt like trying to explain Shakespeare to a cow—utterly pointless.

Brielle couldn't even stand the thought of speaking to him. She slid off the rest of the rings from her fingers, figuring the saleslady at the jewelry store must be over the moon. Probably hit her annual sales quota in one go.

But then, realizing these were diamond rings from the Lynch family business, Brielle felt a weird sense of comfort. At least the money was staying in the family.

Yet, with this man standing in front of her, she was ready to explode without him saying a word. It was strange how the same face could make you feel on top of the world when it was Max Dorsey, but could also drive you insane when it was someone else.

King carefully picked up the rings from the ground and placed them gently beside her. Brielle felt a mix of anger and helplessness. If he really wanted to make her happy now, why didn't he stop the car when she screamed for him to pull over earlier?

She decided to lie back down, her chest heaving with frustration, nearly making her feel sick. Seeing her like this, King thought she might still be upset and asked, "Brielle, are you still mad?"

Brielle closed her eyes, knowing if she didn't respond, he would keep asking. So she replied stiffly, "No."

King sighed with relief. "That’s good."

But dealing with controlling men like him was like getting a rotten apple and ten slaps in return. Brielle shut her eyes, not wanting to speak anymore.