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 racing heartbeat, and

came to a halt at the ground floor. Max carried her out, placing her gently in the passenger seat and leaned over to buckle her

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

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

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. She was also worried

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Brielle pursed her lips, her chest tight with anger and eyes brimming with tears, her hand at

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the hospital, he parked the car and

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him away, trudging up the nearby staircase with

stood rooted for a few seconds before

carried a hint of confusion, as he reached out to her again.

Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll

retreating figure, he couldn’t help but find her behavior slightly amusing.

because it was too close to him, Brielle had

place for a moment before slowly following her. “Why

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

gripped the railing, slick with