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?”

from that particular hotel’s menu. and Max, with his own suite there, would surely know where she got it. Lies were bound to

Brielle struggled to find an excuse. Should she divulge the whole kidnapping Spencer affair? But Max

some business at

silent, his gaze unsettling her, turning her normally confident demeanor into a display of

closed his eyes, and after a while, he

her throat constricting as if choked, unable

soup, her eyes reddening, striving to keep

just a calm

frustration. Her seemingly indifference hurt him in ways he couldn’t describe. He held back before finally saying,

set down the bowl and stood up

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

Chapter 254

as she reached the door, her throat tightened. Upon opening

eyes, stuttered, “Ms. Brielle, are you-”

just shook her head and hurried to the

Brielle crying. Did they have a fight?