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.”

with the onset of emotion as he scooped her into his arms and

Max emerge. cradling a woman in his arms, treating her with such delicate care. Everyone in Beaconsfield knew Max steered clear of romantic entanglements, but here he

such gentleness.

just worn out, Max. Take her away, I’ll

words dis some of Austin’s doubts, but Austin was well aware

both Kenzo

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

eager for discretion, nodded in

swiftly and left just as quickly, leaving Kenzo

finding her still unconscious. His resentment towards Brielle grew, especially knowing his friend sided with

their

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

talk this out? The chat’s

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

dramatic, felt his chest might burst. He scoffed. “He only cares now because be can’t figure out his own feelings. Haven’t you heard? Accessibility is key to addiction. There are more people hooked on cigarettes and alcohol

was a flaw in