Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 297

Brielle’s head throbbed with a relentless pain, but she prided herself on being a game player. someone who could take a loss as easily as a win.

Knowing she harbored a little crush on Max, Brielle wasn’t about to hide her feelings in front of her friends. Her affection was her own, independent of how Max felt. Max was genuinely kind to her, but who he liked was his business.

Brielle breathed a sigh of relief and rasped, “Glad he’s okay.”

Aubree, seeing Brielle like this, felt a mix of frustration and sympathy. But then she thought about her own situation and realized she wasn’t one to give advice, so she just sighed. “I’ll go grab you something from the hospital cafeteria.”

Brielle wasn’t hungry, but her mind was a jumbled mess, and she worried that under Aubree’s watchful eye, her true emotions would spill. So, she nodded in agreement.

Once Aubree left, Brielle glanced at her leg, wondering when it would heal. Max wasn’t answering her calls, and she needed to figure out what he was up to. But incessantly reaching out would only give away her feelings; it was better to interact at work. Her leg needed to heal quickly.

After some thought, when Aubree returned, she convinced Aubree to go home. Once Aubree was gone, Brielle discharged herself and planned to recuperate at her place.

The doctor saw Brielle was alone and tried to persuade her to stay. “Ms. Brielle, your leg can’t afford another injury. It would be best if you stayed in the hospital for a week.”

care of it

choice, the doctor processed

on the sofa, she couldn’t resist dialing Patrick’s number. She wanted to confront Max about whether he was serious about

up, but his excuses were the same, claiming

to hear his

glanced at the man engrossed in his emails. His lips were pressed tight. “I’m terribly sorry, Ms. Brielle, he is

not want to talk to her?

as a hostage, and I need to exchange him for Spencer; otherwise, I fear

as she had Spencer, Ryan wouldn’t

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the only excuse she had.

try discussing it

no other option, Brielle hung up.

pocketed his phone and looked at Max. “Sir, Ms. Brielle called,

tone detached. “If she wants him, let her