Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 288

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the buzz of his cellphone broke the silence. After a surreptitious visit to the hospital last night, he had removed Brielle’s number from the blacklist. He’d spent the entire day with an eye on his phone.

A tiny glimmer of hope flickered in the recesses of his heart. However, when the phone actually rang, he froze, as if struck by a sudden spell.

The executives seemed accustomed to it by now as their gazes instinctively shifted towards him.

Max pulled out his phone, trying to convince himself it wouldn’t be Brielle. She probably wouldn’t be the first to reach out anymore. Despite his thoughts, he couldn’t help but look at the screen.

And there it was, a text from her.

His eyelashes fluttered once as he turned the screen face down on the table. He looked up at the executive delivering the report and said, “Continue.”

Whether it was the executive’s imagination or not, they felt as if the chill that usually surrounded their boss had thawed a bit. The mood in the conference room subtly shifted from the frost of early spring to the thaw of a stream just beginning to flow.

The executive’s report went on for an hour, and once it concluded, Max was the first to leave the room, heading straight for the elevator.

might’ve been from. Was the boss finally going to see

about the midnight visit and felt relieved at the prospect. He thought a spark of life had ignited in Max ever

was undeniably noble, but

to contain his urgency, Max quickened his pace, got into the car, and said to Patrick. “I’ll drive tonight. You can head

nodded at Max’s words

the driver’s seat and hesitated as he passed a bakery,

where Brielle used to live. It was where everything had begun for them, a place filled with significance, so it was not surprising when she

to say. Maybe she wanted to

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small ads, a collage of offers and services that made the space feel even more cramped. As Max exited the elevator,

moved out, didn’t she tell you? I always said she was unreliable. She’s got a fiance, you know. Maybe you should give

was, but his presence was so imposing that Mrs. Thompson dared not say more,

was about to ring the doorbell when he noticed the door ajar. Surprise

from before. He stepped inside. closing

the bedroom