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.

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

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

manager nodded vigorously. “To Mr. Dorsey, you’re more important

at the rumor, though it eased

jacket dangled from his elbow, his expression as frosty as ever. The

did he get here so

ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract. gossip and rumors. Andrew’s words from earlier had become a thorn in her side.

untouchable man was meant to be suspended high above all

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

her with

arm around her. “If this

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to the hospital, I’ll take you to Premier Palace. You can heal there, and