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.

sight of her bleeding. “We should

grip tighten on her pants. “He’s worried about me?” After the cold way

vigorously. “To Mr. Dorsey, you’re more

help but laugh at the rumor, though it eased the bitterness

her skepticism, the manager 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

was shocked. How did he

with onlookers beginning to take notice. Brielle was worried that someone might recognize Max. If that scene ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract.

man was meant to be

thought of Spencer still locked upstairs made her anxious, and the memory of Max’s words to

her with hurt.

Max wrapped an arm around her. “If

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there, and you’ll have care. If you don’t want to see me, I’ll stay at a hotel.”