Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 287

The nurse in front of her slowly turned, her eyes just about to land on the vase Lillian was holding.

Lillian snapped back to reality. There were still people at the door. Even if she could silence this nurse, the people outside would hear the commotion. Reluctantly, she set the vase down without a sound.

Just then, the hospital room door was knocked on, and another nurse walked in. “Has Ms. Brielle been given her medication? Everyone out now. Let her rest properly.”

The new nurse, noticing the other people in the room, frowned deeply. “Ms. Brielle is not accepting visitors at this time.”

She was more cautious than the rest, her eyes scrutinizing Lillian. A woman with her face hidden–who could tell what she was up to, sneaking in for a visit in the dead of night?

Lillian abandoned the thought of suffocating Brielle right there and then. A new idea had taken root in her mind. If she succeeded, Brielle would live, but in far greater agony.

Under the nurse’s watchful eye, Lillian left the room.

stayed behind, her brow furrowed as she made sure

forced herself to cool down. She had to focus on the next phase of her plan. She

outside,

down to his bones. The more Lillian realized this, the deeper her hatred grew. She

memorized it, once dreaming. of a day when they might talk things over

for her, but he had been blind to her,

cold war. Perfect. It was as if the fate was conspiring to give

message. [I’m at my old apartment waiting for you. Can we

you’ll come, won’t you?” She thought to herself.

had brought her there. Relieved to see her safe, the men couldn’t help but urge.

they could finish. Lillian got into the car, her face

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ask such a thing, but

it up,