Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 940

Ten days until the next dose of meds, and the pain was already unbearable. Ethan knew it would only get worse as the days dragged on.

He pulled Brielle close, resting his chin on her shoulder from behind, watching as she kept scrolling through Twitter, occasionally tossing out comments about some celebrity.

"Remember when Keiran signed up for Twitter? He practically crashed the app with all his followers. Dude’s on fire. Now he’s making movies. That flick’s gonna sweep the awards."

Ethan squinted slightly and extended a finger to swipe across her phone screen, stopping on a tweet Brielle had posted in a moment of boldness. Now, with Ethan's eyes on it, she felt a twinge of embarrassment.

But with over three hundred thousand comments, deleting it would only stir up more drama, with accusations of lying and such.

Ethan chuckled at the post.

Right in front of Brielle, he whipped out his own phone. The app was re-downloaded, but he had to fiddle with identity verification. A minute wasted, and he was logged in.

His sole follow was still Brielle.

Ethan didn’t quite get the hang of Twitter. He tapped into Brielle's profile, found the tweet, and left his mark—a single rose emoji.

But that didn't seem enough. He retweeted it with three words: "My girlfriend" followed by two more roses.

Brielle, watching his clumsy attempt, felt a mix of amusement and sympathy. He wasn’t one for social media, not even bothering with a proper username—just a jumble of characters—and yet, he'd downloaded this app repeatedly for her sake.

"Want me to get you verified? Let everyone know it's really you?" she teased.

Patrick had suggested that before, but Ethan had no such desire. If he had something to say, he'd say it to Brielle alone. Why broadcast their private life?

But considering Brielle had openly acknowledged their relationship—something she'd previously hidden—Ethan thought, why not let the public see? Verification, though, could wait.

Brielle scrolled through her mountain of comments, found Ethan's, and replied with a kiss emoji.

Ethan's comment, pushed to the forefront by the ongoing chatter, combined with the movie's buzz and Brielle's active Twitter, became a prime target for trolls. In no time, his tweet was buried under ten thousand mocking replies.

Brielle thought Ethan had brought her to the bedroom for some adult time. But that wasn't his plan. No sooner had he held her close than his phone rang. Lately, Brielle had grown weary of that ringtone—the calls were incessant.

Ethan's eyes cleared as he answered, "What did you say?"

Whatever was said on the other end, he was up in a flash, "I'll be right there."

Turning to Brielle, he kissed her forehead gently. "You get some sleep. I need to step out."

Brielle said nothing, her eyes downcast in disappointment. Ethan was in a hurry and didn't see her expression.

After a silent moment on the bed, Brielle got up, grabbed her coat, and decided to follow him. But Ethan was too quick; by the time she reached the bedroom door, she heard the front door of the living room close.