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.

finally let her go, then replied to

it’s a minor issue. I’ll be there soon.”

to hold, I wouldn’t need to constantly remind you over the phone. Since Jose is here tonight, let’s discuss your and Alivia’s situation in detail.

“Yeah.”

call and turned to Brielle. “I’ll have someone come

room fell silent. As he stood to leave, his

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loosening only after a long moment, “No need,

staying for two days. It’s necessary.

his tone softening. “Don’t want to

the smell of disinfectant made her

meant waking up alone

to discuss his marriage to Alivia with the

could their relationship

like a condemned prisoner

don’t want to stay, then go to Premier Palace. I’ll have Patrick

want to go back to my

Brielle’s eyes dropped.

in pain, but her heart

beauty, as

are you really thinking about?”

bending down to look

intricacies of a woman’s heart. Brielle felt weary, leaning back against the bedpost. She closed her eyes and said, “Mr. Dorsey. should our relationship

by the bed, a sharp sting

of inexplicable

imagined a thousand scenarios of what she

with me

you not discuss marriage plans with the Barnes