Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 440

Spencer’s fingertips grazed her cheek, leaning in to steal a kiss, but the thought of another. man’s child growing in her belly stopped the kiss dead in its tracks. He pulled back, buckled Brielle into the seat, and drove to the clinic where he was meeting Alivia.

Alivia was already there, pacing.

The clinic’s floors shone like mirrors, and although the façade was unimpressive, the interior was another story. High–tech machines dotted the space, with doctors in white gloves poring over medical charts.

Alivia was unusually jittery and even suspected Spencer of deceiving her–how could he have drugged Brielle so easily?

When she saw Spencer’s car pull up, a cold smile spread across her face.

Spencer carried Brielle in, handing her over to two doctors. During the transfer, Brielle was

she groggy, blind to her surroundings, and deaf to the conversations around her. She felt as were trapped in a dark, silent box, a terrifying space where her struggles were futile.

She was so tired, wanting nothing more than to sleep forever.

there on the operating table. But if Brielle died now, she’d remain a saint in Max’s memory.

never compete with the dead.

sure about this? If

run a check first.” His gaze lingered on Brielle’s face for a moment before he left

“Ms. Alivia, my mind

lips curled in a slow smirk–good, let him bear the brunt of Max’s wrath. Spencer was either too young or too ignorant of Max’s

of Brielle, noticed her pallor and ran some tests with their gadgets. They exchanged

Mr. Dorsey, what procedure do you wish us to perform on this

the pregnancy,” Spencer said

deepened. “Mr. Dorsey, our blood tests show that she’s not pregnant. She’s experiencing a hormonal imbalance.”

voice spiked. “The pregnancy test showed two lines!”

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misleading. This woman has been in poor health, likely from

wasn’t pregnant after all?

or lost. Relleved that she wouldn’t suffer an abortion, but lost because if she wasn’t