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Chapter 543
“I’m just guessing you would’ve heard about it, that’s all.”
Martha clamped 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 flash 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 glanced 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 blaming her tonight. Being with Max seemed to isolate
him from everyone else. She had nothing to begin with, so there was nothing for her to
lose. This relationship 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
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtmade. 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 flavorful meal now tasted bland. 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
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 the large 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, glanced 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
Rowland family’s dealings abroad.
The Rowland 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, the land would be theirs.
many had
Brielle’s lips curled into a smile. Cash flow was the lifeblood of a company, and gone
bankrupt due to liquidity issues. That twenty billion would hit the Rowland 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, the land’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 display on New Year’s Eve, a highlight for many each
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmyear. In Brielle’s heart, she had already seen the most beautiful fireworks with Max, so the
previous night’s display 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 the last 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 you lately, 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 uncomfortable, especially
when the imitator kept showing up around Max.
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