Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 238

Brielle was cradled in Max’s arms as they exited the Rowland estate, her head buried in his chest, drawing in a bit of warmth. The night breeze carried a chill, but the sanctuary of his embrace was like a shelter from the storm.

Love could lead one astray, and she feared the fall. Just this once, she’d indulge herself.

Silently, she resolved to rely on him, if only for a moment.

Max gently placed her in the passenger seat and leaned over to buckle her seatbelt. “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“It’s okay. Aside from a few slaps to the face, I’m fine.”

There was a tense shadow in Max’s eyes, but his fingers tenderly grazed her cheek. “Who did this?”

It was Sophia who had struck her, but Brielle was a woman of her word. Since Sophia had chosen her as a partner, she couldn’t very well turn around and retaliate without mercy. Partnerships were built on trust.

“Let’s just say I slapped myself.”

closed her eyes, feeling

the car immediately, but in her daze, she heard him call out

doctors tended to her wrist, and she was on the verge of passing out from a raging

parched, a cup of lukewarm water was brought to her. She licked her dry lips, intending to drink, but the fever had

cheeks grow even hotter, closing her eyes again to

her drink, he watched the doctors finish bandaging her up and insert an IV into the back of her hand. Once

skin was so delicate, she looked like a porcelain doll broken

night when his phone rang. Rubbing his aching temples, he saw the call was from overseas, from

a cotton swab as he inquired about

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out for you. I wanted to wait until after the emergency treatment to call, but the doctors suggested I

abruptly, but leaving Brielle alone was not an option,

was surprised to receive Max’s call.

Andrew hung up. Within three seconds,

Aubree, asking her to take care of Brielle for a while. After arranging everything, he brushed back Brielle’s hair and kissed her forehead before asking Patrick to book