Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 35

Max didn’t do what she said. He reached out to touch her forehead, confirming the fever he’d suspected. Lifting her gently, he made his way upstairs.

Brielle tried to pry her eyes open to gauge his expression, but exhaustion won, and she drifted off to sleep.

The doctor, who’d just left, was hastily summoned back and spent the night administering IV fluids.

The entire Premier Palace was in an uproar. The seasoned butler, Wesley, paced the living room full of vim and vigor, occasionally consulting with Patrick. “Should I whip up some chicken soup for Ms. Brielle?” he asked. “We got some fresh chicken this morning. Maybe add some ginger for good measure.”

Patrick knew there was a misunderstanding. Brielle’s fever and vomiting the night before had somehow convinced the entire household she was pregnant. The rumors grew wilder by the minute.

“No need, Mr. Wesley, Ms. Brielle is just down with an ordinary fever.”

Wesley couldn’t sit still, though, and ordered the kitchen to stew a chicken. Thinking of Brielle’s slender frame, he also demanded a whole lobster be prepared.

Hands clasped behind his back, Wesley personally oversaw the chicken stewing in the kitchen. “Don’t make it too salty.” he instructed.

staff buzzed

so aloof, and only a few had been

twice, and each time

the future

and Ms. Alivia

Alivia has an outstanding appearance, conducting research abroad, and comes from a good family. However, in terms of

gossip and coughed into

door much softer than usual. Brielle had burned with fever all night, her lips

his features serene Wesley didn’t want to intrude, so he simply brought in a cup of

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up, inquiring,

Max was concerned about Ms. Brielle’s condition. His cheeks flushed with excitement.

“Hmm.”

to the

the command wasn’t for him,