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 when

for years, Patrick knew all

shackles. Release worldly attachments, and

structure.

Max to be decisive in business, sweeping through challenges

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

The Priest contend

this drama would unfold, his lips curling into a

stirred in Max’s arms, her throat too hoarse to speak. Max gestured for Patrick to be quiet, then

Palace. She softened, nestling back into Max’s chest. “Uncle Max, are my

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almost…” Her voice trembled, unable to form a

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

were bandaged up like little buns, wrapped tightly in gauze. Tears began to flow

she would not be afraid, for she had been calm despite her disheveled state when she

neck, and before he could react, he was pushed back onto the couch. Her kisses were clumsy, like those of

distance, discreetly exited, signaling the household