Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 257

Max yanked the IV from his hand and grabbed his jacket, striding toward the ward room door.

Patrick moved to support him but was met with a curt, “Check on Brielle’s car crash.”

Taken aback, Patrick nodded and hurried to make the arrangements.

As they stepped into the elevator, Max’s icy presence was so overpowering it left Patrick. struggling for breath. Noticing the blood still seeping from Max’s hand, Patrick wanted to say something–anything–to break the tension, but the words wouldn’t come.

Max was already on his phone to Brielle as they exited the elevator. Her phone, engulfed in flames inside her car, went unanswered.

Frustrated, Max redialed his manager’s number. By now, the manager, having the good sense to support Brielle, had ushered her into the hotel lobby to rest.

“Ms. Brielle, Mr. Dorsey is really worried about you. He’ll be here soon,” the manager reassured her.

Brielle frowned in disbelief. Max? “You mean Max?” she asked, incredulous.

at the sight of her bleeding. “We should get you to the hospital before this gets any

who had a lump in her throat at the thought of Max’s concern, felt her grip tighten on her pants. “He’s worried

“To Mr. Dorsey, you’re

laugh at the rumor, though it eased the bitterness

His jacket dangled from his elbow, his expression as frosty as

shocked. How did he get here so fast?

notice. Brielle was worried that someone might recognize Max. If that scene ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract. gossip and

to be suspended high above all

the effort to hold back tears as he examined her wound. The thought of Spencer still locked upstairs made her anxious, and the memory of Max’s words to end things

with hurt.

word, Max wrapped an arm around her. “If this gets infected, you could lose the leg.

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hospital, I’ll take you to Premier Palace. You can heal there, and you’ll have care. If you don’t