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

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

ground floor. Max carried her out, placing

stomach, hoping the position might alleviate some of the pain.

the driver’s side. “What

to admit it was Spencer who had upset her, and just thinking about the whole affair made her feel irritable. She was also worried about those photographs. making

forgot to eat.”

the salary I give you

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

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the hospital,

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pushed him away, trudging up the nearby

rooted for a few seconds before following. “Are

a hint of confusion, as he reached out to her

I can’t afford to waste Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll also

retreating figure, he couldn’t help but find

too close to him, Brielle had chosen the stairs.

slowly following her. “Why take the stairs

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

gripped the railing, slick with sweat, her face turning even