Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 237

Max ignored their clamor and barged through the door.

The bodyguards, knowing a member of the Rowland family was present, stood frozen, not daring to make a move. Max was no fool. One look at the scene before him, and he knew the Rowlands were up to something.

“Scram.”

The bodyguards stumbled and tumbled their way out, nearly tripping over themselves in haste.

Brielle leaned against a chair, sitting on the floor, her wrist wound glaringly exposed amidst the scattered droplets of blood.

Max felt a jolt tighten in his chest, his breath caught as if he’d hit a mental reef. He rushed to her, cradling her face with trembling hands. Her cheeks were smeared with the prints of slaps, swollen, but her eyes shone like marbles dipped in water.

A sharp hiss of pain escaped Brielle as her brows furrowed together. Max quickly eased his grip, scanning her for other injuries.

Words failed him, his throat as if clogged with an invisible force. This panic was more terrifying than anything he had faced in over two decades.

Seeing the gravity on his face, Brielle felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She was glad he had come. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered, “I’m so tired. Let me rest a bit.”

the onset of emotion as he scooped her into his arms and strode out.

see Max emerge. cradling a woman in his arms, treating her with such delicate care. Everyone in

such gentleness.

stance, quickly intervened. “Brielle’s just worn out, Max.

Austin’s doubts, but Austin was

sway with both Kenzo and Max.

Austin with a smile. “Mr. Austin, let’s keep tonight’s events under wraps to avoid any unnecessary

eager for discretion,

just as quickly, leaving Kenzo and Andrew to deal with the

in her room, finding her still unconscious. His resentment towards Brielle grew, especially knowing his

of their relationship

as he vented to Kenzo. “He’s thrown all his principles

his temples. “Can’t you two sit down and talk this out? The chat’s buzzing with rumors

do anything. She’s my future wife. But what is Brielle to Max? He’s supposed to mary

you heard? Accessibility is key to addiction. There are more people hooked on cigarettes and alcohol than

a flaw in men’s