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.

didn’t get him out

but seeing Max raise a hand to press

bit back

I’m quite

while. Alivia insisted on staying by your side. You’re not getting any younger. Once you’ve recovered, we

hesitation outwardly. “Michael, there’s no rush. We’ll do things according

minute. Both wanted to give Max

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room together.

grandson upstairs,

to mention Spencer’s situation in front of Max. The doctors say he needs as little stress as possible right now, and since this involves

served dual purposes: to keep Michael from bringing up Brielle in front of Max and to highlight that Brielle’s relationship with Max was purely

a workaholic, and it was true that he held those who excelled professionally in high esteem. Brielle might’ve come from humble origins,

blessed

flashed in Alivia’s eyes, but she kept silent, smiling to

to find his head wrapped in several layers of bandages, now sitting up. His gaze was empty as

a state. “You let a woman do this to

eyes rimmed with red. Brielle had truly meant to kill him, a fact that pained