Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 254

She gazed at the takeout she had carefully packed, a hint of self–mockery tinging her thoughts.. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she opened the door. “Mr. Dorsey, I heard you were in the hospital. Feeling better?”

Neither of the two in the room expected her visit. Max’s grip on his paperwork tightened, the slight sense of grievance he had vanishing instantly. He looked up at Brielle.

With a warm smile, Brielle placed the takeout on the bedside table.

Patrick, sensing the moment, discreetly exited, closing the door behind him, leaving them to their privacy.

Max didn’t speak, and Brielle began unpacking the food. “Have you had lunch? I brought some. things from the hotel. Care for a bite?”

The dishes were all light and bland, perfect for someone recovering from illness.

Max stayed silent, eyes fixed on the documents, though he wasn’t really reading them.

Brielle scooped up a spoonful of soup, bringing it to his lips, only to hear him ask, “Weren’t you supposed to be at home? Why the hotel?”

and Max, with his own suite there, would surely know where she got it. Lies were

whole kidnapping Spencer affair? But Max

some business at the hotel.”

her normally confident demeanor

a while, he chuckled softly. “Brielle,

on the spoon tightened, her throat constricting as if choked, unable

to stir the soup, her eyes reddening, striving to keep her voice

just a

indifference hurt him in ways he couldn’t describe. He held back before finally saying, “You can

set down the bowl and

prick at her heart. She admitted to a fondness for Max but was far from love. It was a mistake from the start, and perhaps it was

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swiftly, and as she reached the door, her throat tightened. Upon opening it, she saw Patrick sitting outside in the

tear–rimmed eyes, stuttered, “Ms.

shook her head and

illusion? He thought he saw Ms. Brielle crying. Did they have a fight? But he didn’t hear