Escaping The Bewitching Madness Of His Heart
I'd never want Bryson to let you down," Brianna Mills said warmly, patting Jani
ng his normally distant eyes. "Grandma, I treasure her. I wouldn't let anything-or a
hing a file to her chest. The warm atmosphere
ir secrecy was for her own good-he wanted to protect her reput
fter night, mingling with clients until exhaustion blurred her vision, and
ridiculous, as if all those years of loyal
only daughter of the wealthiest man in Ewriron-stood next in line to inherit the sprawling fortune.
ldren-a son and a daughter-making the
circles, like the moon surrounded by stars-it was nearly im
the pain snapping her back to reality. Sh
e of modesty and restraint. Barely out of her early
lders, wispy bangs falling just r
he hardly spoke, yet her purity and understat
he two of them sharing soft, privat
ace, her cheeks glowing wit
ckered across Made
e'd always treated those arrangements as mere formalities-never bothering to keep up app
thing was off. Some
py lay sprawled across Bryson's l
ing through the silken fur-a sight that left Madelyn stunne
eeks picking out a sweet, gorgeous ragdoll cat, hoping to surpris
at once, warning her coldly that if she ever brought a pet
lap, tail thumping lazily, while he absentmin
lating edge creeping into her ex
d she witnessed him bend for anyone-let alone tole
as though her heart had been pricked by a thousand i
Leaning closer, she murmured, "The supplier needs this signed. If we
with the faintest flicker of irritat
rs, but her tone remained steady. "You ignored my
slightly, her bright eyes sweeping over Mad
oliteness. "Thank you, Miss Sutton. I'm M
tion back to Bryson, her voice shifting into business mode. "Saturday e
sharp and impatient, "Handle
ring office matters into the house. Letting outsiders come and go in the Mills Mansion
iated regal confidence, Brianna spoke with quiet com
I understand, Grandma. The staff made
was the one who'd told her, in urgent situations, she
t now he silently sided with Brianna, lett
t back toward Madelyn, and snatched up a wet wipe, scrubbing his hands with practiced indiff
rely above a whisper. "What
p, fixing her with a cool, unreadable stare before deliver
e. She'd never warmed to Madelyn. There was always something guarded and
words lilting with gentle authority. "Bryson, don't let work
r instantly softening. He reached for a delicate p
Dinner will be ready soon,"
der gesture cut through her composure, and for a fleeting moment, she looked eve