Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 178

She had wanted to approach him further, but Max’s countenance was so ice–cold that it made. her shrink back, scurrying into her own room.

“Brielle?”

Max tapped on the door and rang the doorbell several times.

Amidst a groggy haze, Brielle thought she heard her name being called.

A burning pain seared through her stomach as she slowly awoke, hearing the doorbell and Max’s voice, mistaking them for auditory hallucinations.

Shouldn’t he have returned to the Dorsey family manor by now? And wouldn’t the Dorsey. household be buzzing with activity tonight?

Brielle frowned, feeling as though her blood was freezing over, unsure if it was due to the drop in temperature or the chill in her heart.

“Brielle!”

The urgency in the man’s voice helped her realize that it wasn’t her imagination.

Struggling to her feet, she made her way to the door and opened it.

Max’s face tightened at the sight of her pale complexion and bloodstained lips. “Stomachache?”

She nodded, her eyelashes fluttering with drops of sweat rolling down.

up in his arms and carried her straight

listening to his

to a halt at the ground floor. Max carried her out, placing her

back, hand over her stomach, hoping the position might alleviate

the driver’s

course, Brielle did not want to admit it was Spencer who had upset her, and just thinking about the whole affair made her feel irritable.

forgot to eat.”

salary I give you worth all this, Ms. Brielle?”

her chest tight with

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already reached the hospital,

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pushed him away, trudging up the nearby staircase

seconds before following. “Are you angry?

of confusion, as he reached out

to waste Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll also take a few days off. The business trip will have

he couldn’t help but find her

to him, Brielle had chosen the stairs. her silhouette exuding

for a moment before slowly following her. “Why take the stairs when there’s

already regretted her decision. Each rise of her foot sent sharp jabs of pain through her stomach, yet turning back

gripped the railing, slick with