Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 180

Max set down his spoon and picked up a napkin from the table, gently wiping the corner of Brielle’s mouth.

Brielle flinched away as if Michael was watching right beside them, her whole body tense with discomfort.

Her evasion only made Max’s gaze grow more intense. He caught her chin in his hand, his words directed to Michael though he wasn’t there.

“Not at Premier Palace.”

“Then where are you?”

Brielle’s pupils contracted, a shiver running through her as she saw the displeasure spread across his face. She bit her lower lip, a mixture of excitement, tension, and panic swirling in her

chest.

Max took a few seconds to savor her expression, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “I’m at the hospital with…”

Before he could finish. Brielle’s lips met his, sealing them shut.

Her action was almost reflexive, spurred by her frantic state.

Michael’s voice echoed in his ear.

“What are you doing at the hospital? Are you not feeling well?

Max, which hospital are you at? I’ll send someone to look after you.”

Brielle’s lips quivered against his, her eyelashes fluttering with anxiety.

Max found himself charmed, he gently bit her lip, savoring the moment.

Heat flooded Brielle’s cheeks, and she wanted to retreat but couldn’t, her hands tensed to the point where the IV in her arm began to show traces of blood backflow.

go,

issue. I’ll be there soon.”

nor settling down. When you give me a grandchild to hold, I wouldn’t need to constantly remind you over the phone. Since Jose is here

“Yeah.”

and turned to Brielle. “I’ll have someone come take care of

silent. As he stood to

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her grip loosening only after a long moment, “No need, I’ll go home once the drip

for two days. It’s necessary.

his crumpled coat, his tone softening. “Don’t want to stay?”

She indeed disliked hospitals, and the smell of disinfectant made

with the Haywood family, each hospital stay meant waking up alone to white walls, a setting

Max was headed to the Dorsey family estate to discuss

much longer could their

felt like a condemned prisoner

want to stay, then go to Premier Palace. I’ll have

back to my

Brielle’s eyes dropped.

wasn’t in pain, but her

in its beauty, as if it

are you really thinking

down to look

was unbeatable in the business world but clueless about the intricacies of a woman’s heart. Brielle felt weary, leaning back against

bed, a sharp sting piercing

of inexplicable irritation welling

of what

you stay with me at the

discuss marriage plans with the Barnes family?