Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 241

Brielle’s heart skipped a beat as she entered the palatial Premier Palace living room. Was it possible Michael knew about last night’s debacle? She wanted to probe further, but her words. jammed in her throat.

Upon her arrival, Wesley greeted her with a smile that spread across his face in an instant. “Ms. Brielle, I’ve heard all about it. You’ve been through the wringer, haven’t you? Come, sit down. I’ll have the kitchen whip up some chicken soup for you.”

Brielle couldn’t help but smile wryly. Wesley’s solution to everything seemed to be soup. Nevertheless, appreciating the kind gesture, she nodded, “Thank you, that would be lovely.”

Wesley hurried to instruct the kitchen staff, who were already well–versed in Brielle’s preferences, and had prepared several comfort dishes especially for her.

During her three–day recovery at Premier Palace, only Aubree called to say that Tessa had been taken back by the Rowland family.

Brielle, who was busy organizing company documents, had no interest in news about Tessa. After a brief chat with Aubree and hanging up the phone, Brielle went to her department.

The atmosphere was cordial enough, but her desk was buried under a cascade of roses that trailed all the way to the door. Recalling the last time she received flowers from an anonymous suitor, Brielle frowned.

Her colleagues seemed nonplussed, each voicing their envy.

“Ms. Haywood, you’re one lucky lady. These are all from Mr. Noah. He’s been kindly buying the team milkshakes every day.”

Brielle’s frown deepened. What was Noah

to a musical on her desk. “Brielle, I heard you were under the

have some doubts in his mind. Despite hearing about her hospital stay, his contacts had

on earth

self–perceived charming smile and leaned towards her. “Brielle, I must confess I’ve

was taken aback when she looked up and asked, “Admire me

never

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gestured towards the office door. “We’re on the clock, Mr. Noah. Why don’t you head back upstairs? We can discuss

struggling for breath, but keen on preserving his image, he nodded. genteelly, “Alright,

want to waste energy on irrelevant people. She

end of the workday, Noah approached once again. The department buzzed

let’s

“Didn’t we

addressed the others, “I’ll treat those working overtime to a late–night feast around eight o’clock. Seafood’s on the