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,

Spencer affair? But Max was a Dorsey,

business at

her normally confident demeanor into a display of discomfort.

while, he

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

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

just

surge of frustration. Her seemingly indifference hurt him in ways he couldn’t

the bowl and stood

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 for the best that it

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reached the door, her throat tightened. Upon opening

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

answer, just shook her head and hurried to the elevator.

an illusion? He thought he saw Ms. Brielle crying. Did they have a