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.

his arms and carried her

listening to his racing heartbeat, and

Max carried her out, placing her gently in

her head back, hand over her stomach, hoping the position might alleviate some of the

to the driver’s side. “What caused the stomachache?”

Brielle did not want to admit it was Spencer who had upset her, and just thinking about

to eat.”

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

wasn’t new to her. Brielle pursed her lips, her chest tight with anger and eyes brimming with tears, her hand at her side clenched slowly.

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had already reached the hospital, he parked the car and considered

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trudging up the nearby staircase with

stood rooted for a few seconds before following. “Are

carried a hint of confusion, as

go by myself. I can’t afford to waste Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll also take a few days

her retreating figure, he couldn’t help but find her

right there, but because it was too close to him, Brielle had chosen the stairs. her silhouette exuding steam in her frustration.

following her. “Why take

regretted her decision. Each rise of her foot sent sharp jabs of

slick with sweat, her face turning even