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

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

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

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

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

admit it was Spencer who had upset her, and just thinking about the whole affair made her feel

to eat.”

the salary I give you worth all this,

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

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him away, trudging up the

few seconds before following. “Are you angry?

as

to waste Mr. Dorsey’s precious time. I’ll also take a

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

because it was too close to him, Brielle had chosen the stairs. her

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

sent sharp jabs of pain through her stomach, yet turning back to the elevator now would be

slick with sweat, her face turning even paler.