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.

seeing Brielle’s face, could hardly wait to see her dead, preferably right there on the operating table. But if Brielle died now, she’d remain a

compete

are you sure about this? If Max finds

check first.” His gaze lingered on Brielle’s face for

resolute. “Ms. Alivia, my mind is made up.

Alivia’s 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

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

you wish

Spencer said without

tests show that

Spencer’s voice spiked. “The

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

Brielle wasn’t pregnant after all?

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