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.

arms and carried her straight

chest, listening to his racing heartbeat, and slowly closed her

floor. Max carried her out, placing her gently in the passenger seat and leaned

over her stomach, hoping the position might alleviate some of the

the seatbelt, Max moved to the driver’s side. “What caused

and just thinking about the whole affair made her feel irritable. She was also worried about those photographs. making their way around.

forgot to eat.”

the salary I give you worth all

wasn’t new to her. Brielle pursed her lips, her chest tight with anger and eyes brimming

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that they had already reached the hospital, he

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pushed him away, trudging up

rooted for a few seconds before following. “Are you

confusion, as

go by myself. I can’t afford to waste Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll

couldn’t help but find

elevator was right there, but because it was too close to him, Brielle

following her.

steps up, and Brielle already regretted her decision. Each rise of her foot sent sharp jabs of pain through her stomach, yet turning back to the

hand gripped the railing, slick with sweat, her