Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 83

He was supposed to be away on business tonight, not here. Deep down, she prayed he wouldn’t show up. She feared that the protective walls she had painstakingly built would crumble to ruins in his presence.

People mustn’t harbor expectations, for expectations breed vulnerability.

The warmth under her feet hadn’t faded, and as she wanted to curl up, she felt herself forcibly unraveled. She struggled to open her eyes, only to be met with a taut jawline, his breath cool as the frost, threatening to freeze one to the core. Yet, in his presence, she found a strange sense of peace.

Outside the police station, Sophia had already been brought in. She had rehearsed countless excuses in her mind, plotting how she would tear into Brielle upon seeing her. How could that bitch refused settle things privately? How could she drag her, a member of the Rowland family, into this mess?

She was determined to teach Brielle a lesson this time.

Getting out of the car, she saw a tall figure cradling someone into a vehicle at a distance. She was too far away to see who the man was.

“Where’s Brielle? I need to speak with her personally,” Sophia said impatiently as she strode into the lobby, casting a disdainful look at the man also in cuffs, incompetent in every endeavor, a liability at best.

to Premier Palace, Patrick, seated in the front, hardly

had nearly left Beaconsfield when it turned back. Max had

station.

Max had missed such an important meeting

mirror, but

Brielle had been injured. After tending to her foot injury, the doctor handed a tube of ointment to Max. It was

placed the ointment on the coffee table. “Apply it morning and night, and the bruising should fade

the ointment on the table and finally relented. He washed and disinfected his hands thoroughly in the bathroom. Upon returning, he tucked the ointment inside his suit

gently placed her on the bed and squeezed

skin goosebumped, and she instinctively reached to wipe it away, only to have

“Don’t move.”

his fingers and looked up to see Brielle’s

into the trash and closed his eyes lightly,

angry but not understanding why. She was the one in pain, with a sore neck, sore feet, and aching heart.

his gaze softening slightly, “Why are you