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.

her go, then replied

minor issue. I’ll be there

hear. You’re busy all year round, never taking care of yourself, 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 tonight, let’s discuss your and Alivia’s situation in detail. Anyway, come back soon, dinner’s almost ready. Don’t keep

“Yeah.”

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

fell silent. As he stood to leave, his coat was

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long moment, “No need,

staying for two days.

at his crumpled coat, his tone

the

Haywood family, each hospital stay meant waking up alone to white

to the Dorsey family estate to discuss his marriage to Alivia with

much longer could their relationship

a condemned

go to

want to go back to my apartment.”

Brielle’s eyes dropped.

stomach wasn’t in pain, but her heart began to

paler, fragile in its beauty, as if it might

are you really

stepped closer, bending down to look at her.

was unbeatable in the business world but clueless about the intricacies of a woman’s heart. Brielle felt weary, leaning back against the bedpost. She closed her eyes and said, “Mr. Dorsey. should

by the bed, a sharp sting piercing

inexplicable irritation

a thousand scenarios of what she might say

stay with me at the

marriage plans with