Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 737

He exuded a cold aura, seldom speaking or smiling, regardless of who he was dealing with.

Brielle had seen her fair share of 18 or 19-year-old lads, their laughter as fresh and pure as a spring breeze, their gazes as tender as a starry night sky.

But it wasn't until she met Max that she realized boys like him existed. He’s graceful as a marble statue. Simply standing there, he could stir a garden into bloom.

If Max hadn't brought her back to Beaconsfield College, she would've kept it all to herself, locked away as a secret in her heart.

But Max did bring her back, and just days before the centennial celebration, no less.

"Max, you probably don't remember, do you?"

Max didn't want to lie to her. He really didn't remember much.

The first time he came to Beaconsfield College, after reciting his piece, his mind was swamped with thoughts of Wall Street.

Numbers, algorithms, and investments—these words flooded his thoughts so much that he barely noticed who had offered him flowers.

He just vaguely recalled a pretty, serene-looking student.

Watching him struggle to remember brought a chuckle to Brielle's lips, and she laughed out loud. "Forget it, it's not important."

Life isn't always smooth sailing. If every fleeting glance were reciprocated, the world wouldn't be filled with so many tales of joy and sorrow, unions and partings.

As she finished, her face was gently cradled in someone's hands. A kiss landed near her lips, and she heard him say, "Let this be a kiss from 19-year-old me."

Brielle, feeling slightly uncomfortable, pushed him away, her lips curving into a reluctant smile.

On the day she had presented flowers on stage, she was far from calm.

As the top student representative, it was the first time she felt the chasm between them. They were only a finger's width apart, yet he seemed to be on a cloud.

The 16-year-old her felt as if her very soul had been dazzled, and that night she dreamt of the a guy for the first time.

Just like Max had just said, 19-year-old Max had kissed her in that dream. It’s a restrained and polite kiss, just a light touch.

Now, that dream scene strangely merged with the present moment.

The hot dog vendor's eyes lit up upon seeing her. "Oh my! Brielle?!"

Brielle blushed slightly.

"You're back at Beaconsfield College, huh? Did you get the invitation to the centenary celebration? I thought you'd never come by here again. Have a seat. And who is this? My, my, what a handsome fellow. This must be your husband, right?"

Brielle, about to sip her soda, choked on her drink when she heard this.

The vendor was as chatty as ever.

"Oh, no, he's not."

"Ah, don't be shy with me, girl. This is the first time you've brought a man to eat here. Today's on the house. It's my wedding gift to you two. Hahaha."

Brielle felt a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Who ever heard of a wedding gift of two servings of corn dogs?