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?

why did he it when Ms. Brielle had directly

years, Patrick knew all too well Max’s views on emotional

were burdens, shackles. Release worldly attachments,

structure.

to be decisive in business, sweeping through

forceful entrance and occasional fiery passion were like a wildfire, threatening

was like watching The Priest contend with

but feel a mischievous desire to see how this drama would unfold, his lips curling into a smile, “Sir,

Max gestured for Patrick to be quiet, then brought a glass

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

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trembled, unable

setting in-the fear of being violated by Ryan’s

in gauze. Tears began to flow as

on his typically stoic face. He had thought she would not be afraid, for she had been

around his neck, and before he could react, he was pushed back onto the couch. Her kisses were

distance, discreetly exited, signaling the household staff to do