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.

bleeding. “We should get

a lump in her throat at the thought of Max’s concern, felt her grip tighten on

vigorously. “To Mr. Dorsey, you’re more important than family.”

help but laugh at the rumor, though it eased

was about to mention Spencer when the hotel doors swung open, and Max strode in. His jacket dangled from his elbow, his expression as frosty as ever. The sight of the blood

was shocked. How did he get here so

that someone might recognize Max. If that scene ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract. gossip and rumors. Andrew’s

was meant to be suspended high above all

examined her wound. The thought of Spencer still locked upstairs

her with hurt.

her. “If this gets infected, you could lose the leg.

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take you to Premier Palace. You can heal there, and you’ll have