Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 466

He delivered the words with a languid and enticing breath, stirring the soul. The winter sun chose that moment to bathe him in its light. All Alivia could feel was an irrepressible flutter of the heart. “Michael was livid last night. The doctors must have told him you’re awake by now, He’ll be here soon, I’m sure.”

Max stared out at the world draped in its wintry white, probably feeling the ache in his head. He raised a hand to rub his temples,

“Hmm.”

“Max, why don’t you rest some more?”

Max settled back into bed, not lying down completely but rather leaning against the headboard with his eyes slightly closed, seeming somewhat aloof.

His fingers subconsciously caressed the wrist where a rosary should have been, finding nothing. He withdrew his hand, and his lips pressed together coldly, like a tree encased in frost.

Alivia’s lips curled into a tender smile, her heart melting completely. This man was finally, utterly hers.

Half an hour later, Michael arrived.

Leaning on a cane, he looked worse for wear, obviously having had little sleep. With both a grandson and a son fighting for their lives, he couldn’t find rest.

Now, seeing Max awake, he let out a heavy sigh of relief. “It’s good to see you’re alright. I’ve made sure that Ryan and Faith are no longer in Beaconsfield, and they won’t be coming back.”

Max’s expression was muted, unreadable.

even Spencer. They didn’t get him out of

had wanted to talk about Brielle, but seeing Max raise a

back his

I’m quite

staying by your side. You’re not getting any younger. Once you’ve recovered, we should finalize the wedding arrangements. It’s not fair to her to keep worrying about you like this, is

though thrilled on the inside, feigned hesitation outwardly. “Michael, there’s

the minute. Both

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room together.

grandson upstairs, set off with Alivia close

needs as little stress as possible right now, and since this involves Brielle… Well, Max does value Brielle’s professional skills, and it would only

front of Max and to highlight that Brielle’s relationship with Max was purely professional,

Alivia’s reassurances, he felt his doubts were perhaps misplaced. Max was a workaholic, and it was true that he held those who excelled professionally in high esteem.

is blessed to

eyes, but she kept silent, smiling to

reached Spencer’s room to find his head wrapped in several layers of bandages, now sitting up. His gaze was empty as he stared

contain his anger upon seeing his grandson in such a state. “You let a woman

with red. Brielle had