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

minor issue. I’ll

settling down. When you give me a grandchild to hold, I wouldn’t need to constantly

“Yeah.”

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

As he stood to leave, his coat was tugged

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looked up at him, her grip loosening only after a long moment, “No need, I’ll go home once the

for two

his

She indeed disliked hospitals, and the smell of disinfectant

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

headed to the Dorsey family estate to discuss his

could

like a condemned prisoner

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

back to

Brielle’s eyes dropped.

stomach wasn’t in pain, but her heart began

grew paler, fragile in its beauty, as if it might shatter

are you really thinking about?”

down to

leaning back against

by the bed, a

inexplicable irritation welling

imagined a thousand scenarios of what

you stay with me

you not discuss marriage plans