Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 85

Brielle woke up at eleven, the familiar ceiling above her coaxing her into reality. It wasn’t a dream. Max hadn’t left on a business trip–he had shown up at the police station last night. Was it because of her?

She swung her legs out of bed, wincing as her feet touched the cold floor. The sting from her cuts reminded her of the night’s events. She spotted a cane nearby, left there just for her, and gratefully grabbed it to support her unsteady steps.

The house was quiet as she hobbled to the study. Max was there, as she knew he would be, deep in a virtual meeting.

Brielle gently pushed the door open and heard a voice from the meeting.

“The new documents have been sent down. We’ve incorporated Ms. Haywood’s 8120 principle and the 2N rule into our management system. The first draft has been emailed to you, sir.”

Max was silent, his microphone off. Sensing her presence, he paused but didn’t turn around, as if he knew it was her.

Brielle limped closer. “Uncle Max, were you planning to discuss a takeover deal last night?”

“Mhm.”

skimmed through the emails, nodding in approval at the content before

why did you come back? I could have handled the stuff at the police

you mean letting your wounds bleed without bandaging them?” Max’s voice was laced

in her chest and

her more was the inner turmoil, the loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world, grinding at

her long lashes

tried to ignore the unusual stirrings in his heart, keeping his eyes on the screen as

meeting.

honor? His emotions had peaked last night, but

there was a knock on the door.

was here. She got up, using the cane and the wall for support, and started towards the door. Máx, seeing she didn’t intend

his irritation, Brielle finally made it downstairs to find Andrew nursing a

your leg?” he teased as Brielle settled into a chair

here about the Rowland

She’s close to Tessa, who asked

down, focusing on her toes. “I heard it’s not just

night that the Hatfield family played a part. Yet,