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?”

was obviously from that particular hotel’s menu. and Max, with his

find an excuse. Should she divulge the whole kidnapping Spencer affair? But Max was a

business at the hotel.”

her normally confident demeanor into a display of

eyes, and after a while, he chuckled softly. “Brielle, let’s

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

mask the hurt, she pretended to stir the soup, her eyes reddening, striving to keep her

no pain, just

him in ways he couldn’t describe. He held back before finally saying,

down the bowl

of needles seemed to prick at her heart. She admitted to a fondness for Max but was far from love. It was

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door, her throat tightened. Upon opening

her tear–rimmed eyes, stuttered, “Ms. Brielle, are

her head and hurried to the elevator.

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