Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 34

The car pulled up to the Premier Palace, and the private doctor was already waiting there.

In her slumber, Brielle could feel someone tending to her thigh, bandaging it up, while a feverish heat made her want to turn over, only to have her wrist gently grasped.

“Hot,” she mumbled, her brow furrowing as she sought out a cool spot.

Max propped her up and pressed a cold pack against her cheeks. Brielle sighed in relief, snuggling into the comfort of his embrace.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, finishing the bandage on her leg and administering a shot. “She’ll be fine after some rest, sir. No need to worry. However, this young lady’s constitution is delicate. She should take care in her daily routine.”

Max set the cold pack aside, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the sweat on Brielle’s forehead.

When Patrick returned after seeing off the doctor, he was greeted by this tender scene. He couldn’t quite gauge Max’s feelings-whether he was concerned or indifferent.

If indifferent, why had Max rushed to Ryan’s side upon hearing of Brielle’s mishap late at night?

did he it

for years, Patrick knew all too well Max’s views

Release worldly

structure.

be decisive in business, sweeping through challenges

like a wildfire, threatening

watching The Priest contend with a worldly

drama would unfold, his lips curling into a

hoarse to speak. Max gestured for Patrick to be quiet, then brought a glass of water from

took a few sips, surveyed her surroundings, and recognized the Premier Palace. She softened, nestling back into Max’s chest. “Uncle Max, are my fingers

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unable to

of being violated by Ryan’s bodyguards, the fear that Ryan would take her

wrapped tightly in gauze. Tears began to flow as panic filled

bewilderment on his typically stoic face. He had thought she would not

could react, he was pushed back onto the

distance, discreetly exited, signaling the