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.

Patrick, seated in the front, hardly

the car had nearly left Beaconsfield when it turned back. Max had personally gone

station.

missed such an important meeting

rearview mirror, but Max’s expression was icy, his hold on Brielle protective and

her foot injury, the doctor handed a

“Apply it morning and night, and the bruising should fade in three

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

in her sleep, her forehead beaded with sweat. Max gently placed her on the

goosebumped, and she instinctively reached to

“Don’t move.”

wet wipe to clean his fingers and looked up to see Brielle’s eyes open, gazing at him with a mix of confusion and childlike innocence. “Uncle Max, weren’t you supposed to be

closed his eyes lightly, still visibly upset, and

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

watched her, his gaze softening slightly, “Why are you