Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 921

Max was caught off guard. He had never been particularly kind or cruel to the mother-daughter duo, so even if Victoria decided to cut ties with him immediately, he wouldn’t have felt a twinge of sadness.

Tiffanie was an accidental seed he’d planted without much thought. He’d seen the lash marks on her skin before but never inquired about them, just handed over cash. He was indifferent, really.

That was Max, his apathy expertly masked with a seamless facade. Yet, this accidental seed had bloomed into something pure and beautiful.

Tiffanie didn’t catch his response, her voice hitching, “Maxie, I’ll help get the money. I have lots of friends. I’m not sure how much I can gather, but I thought I’d give you back what you gave me first.”

Max chuckled softly, a rare hint of tenderness flickering in his eyes. “Go back home.”

Her face turned ashen, thinking he was dismissing her meager offer. But that was all she had. She’d left herself just enough to scrape by, already planning to take on extra shifts at work to make ends meet.

Max raised his hand and gently tousled her hair. He had never been one for such gestures, so Tiffanie froze, disbelief written all over her face as tears began to escape her eyes. “I haven’t fallen that far.”

Patrick, standing behind Max, watched the scene unfold with a warmth spreading through his chest. At last, someone in the Dorsey family remembered the kindness of their CEO.

“But Maxie, the rumors online—”

“I’m fine. I just don’t want to deal with it.” His tone was nonchalant as he signaled the maid to bring tea.

Tiffanie wasn’t foolish. Seeing his composed demeanor, she knew he must have a plan. Embarrassed, she quickly folded the property deeds on the table, slipped them into her purse along with the bank card, her cheeks blazing. “What a joke I am. Pretend I was never here today.”

Max’s laughter was light.

Feeling even more mortified, Tiffanie stood up swiftly. “I should go then.” She paused a few steps toward the door. “By the way, is Brielle okay?”

Max’s slight smile faltered, his eyelashes casting shadows on his cheeks, “She’s fine.”