Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 1345

Bryan wrapped his arms around her, and Irene turned her head, no longer calling out for Jaired by any other name but his own. "Jaired, you drive."

Bryan's brow furrowed, his tone a bit grumpy, "Didn't you just say you didn't know him?"

Irene quickly looked up and gave him a peck on the lips.

"He's just the chauffeur, darling. Don't be jealous."

Jaired, fuming, turned away but eventually went to fetch a car.

In the lead car sat Brielle, King, and Joseph. The car behind had only Jaired, Irene, and Bryan.

Jaired, now the driver, had Irene and Bryan in the backseat.

Jaired drove with a grim expression, especially seeing Irene couldn't wait to sit on Bryan's lap the moment she got in the car.

He nearly crushed the steering wheel in his grip, his teeth clenched tight.

"Irene, for God's sake, don't push it!"

Irene, held tightly by Bryan, quickly lost herself in the moment, oblivious to Jaired's words.

Bryan, seeing her disregard Jaired, assumed their relationship wasn't what he thought, which made him all the bolder.

Poor Jaired in the front wished he could cover his ears, but he needed both hands for driving.

He frowned, staring hard at the road ahead, imagining more than once if he should just drive off a cliff and end it for this troublesome pair.

Yet, occasionally, when he caught Bryan's gaze in the rearview mirror, he felt an inexplicable urge to cry.

They were three hours from the city.

Those three hours were filled with Irene's voice and muffled groans from the backseat.

Jaired had never encountered something this outrageous in his life.

Finally, when the car stopped, Irene's voice was so hoarse she could hardly speak, but she didn't forget to give her instructions.

"Get us a room, and make sure we're the only ones on that floor."

They weren't done yet; they planned to continue in the room.

Jaired, face flushed with anger, barely contained himself from exploding in rage.

But what could he do? He owed her.

She flaunted herself in front of him, even the

abizing opportunities to twiste e further. Now, it was jus

about getting with a man.

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Jaired lowered his gaze, realizing it was better than her usual taunts with using 001 to provoke him.

He managed to secure a room on the floor above where King and Brielle were staying. Everyone was exhausted, likely needing a few days to recuperate before heading back. Irene, carried by Bryan into the room, immediately resumed their passionate encounter.

It was as if they could never get each other, wishing

f each other, wishing to et

one another's very being.

And Bryan didn't have to be prompted.

swno met

He felt out of character, almost wanting t to kneel before her,

submission, craving to be Cravinet servant. o

She could do no wrong in his eyes, and he adored her.

Fortunately, it seemed she quite liked him too.

They went at it until they were both spent.

Irene was utterly voiceless afterward, her throat so sore she couldn't utter a word.

Bryan had changed into clean clothes provided by the local government officials.

Irene sat on the bed, her gaze never leaving him, just staring intently.

Bryan stood by the window, arms crossed, taking in the cityscape.

There wasn't much to see, really. In the past, he'd only ever felt emptiness passing through here.

But today, even the sunlight seemed warmer somehow.

Why was that?

The intensity of the gaze from behind him felt as though it was piercing through to his bones.

Was she always this passionate with every man?