Chapter 250

On the other end of the line, Brielle was unaware of his turmoil. Worried that Spencer, who had fallen asleep, might wake up, she inquired, “Anything else, Mr. Dorsey?” she asked, implying that if there was nothing more, they could end the call.

Max cradled the glass of whiskey in his hands, feeling waves of darkness threaten his vision. He had never experienced such a physical response before, and his emotions ebbed and flowed with the tide. He was worried that if he said a few more words, he wouldn’t be able to resist asking about other things. Upon hearing her question, he fought against the dizzying sensation and abruptly hung up.

Brielle, hearing the disconnect tone, was slightly puzzled, but she had more pressing matters to attend to, like making sure Spencer remained securely tied up. She wound the rope around him a few more times, ensuring that even in a lucid state, he’d be unable to break free.

After securing Spencer, she marched into the bathroom and filled a basin with water, splashing it over his head in a sudden deluge.

Spencer came to, groggy and disoriented, and realizing he was bound, panic set in. “Brielle. what on earth are you doing?”

A sly smile crept across her face. “Come on. You can’t possibly think that I came to the hotel because I really wanted to sleep with you.”

Spencer’s face darkened, his pride hurt as he tested his bonds, finally exploding in anger. “What are you trying to pull? If you’re trying to win me back, this isn’t the way. Just behave, and I can still take you back.”

“Slap!”

the face. “Shut your mouth!”

the delayed pain registered that he looked back at Brielle, his eyes filled with disbelief. Brielle had wanted to give him that slap ever since the Hatfield family banquet, and now she finally had her chance. “Keep quiet, and you might avoid a few more

of hurt, as almost all the humiliations he had experienced from childhood to adulthood came from

in his trussed–up state, sending it directly

was key when dealing with hot soup–you can’t rush it, and the same went for dealing

distress and pushed a drink towards him. “Waiting for Andrew

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respond, his pallor giving

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choice but to contact Patrick, and together they helped Max

Max leaned back, his face growing paler by the second. After a long silence, he

had just gotten off the phone with Andrew, informing him they were taking Max to the hospital was taken aback by

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