Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 492

Max’s fingers lingered in her hair before he couldn’t help but cough twice.

Outside, Patrick heard the noise and gently knocked on the door. “Mr. Dorsey, are you awake?”

Patrick had kept watch all night. Now, hearing Max’s voice and still concerned about the injuries on his body, he asked with a hint of worry.

Max wrapped himself in a robe, casually tying a knot around his waist before opening the door.

Patrick, carrying a first aid kit, didn’t glance at Brielle, who was still on the bed, but walked over to the window and placed the kit beside the desk.

After Max sat down, Patrick hurriedly checked the wound on his chest, noticing it had slightly reopened. He quickly took out the antiseptic, disinfected the wound, and rewrapped it with fresh bandages.

Max remained silent, a gentle smile playing at the edges of his lips. Patrick knew Max was pleased, and his own furrowed brow relaxed.

While tending to Max’s wounds, Patrick couldn’t help but notice the nail marks on his chest, a testament to a passionate night. He felt genuinely happy for the couple, aware only he knew what Max had been through these past few days.

the dresser, and also,” he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “the medicines

all too well. The reminder made his ears

offered his reminder, he withdrew,

filled the bathtub with water, carefully carrying Brielle for a thorough wash. Brielle was so tired her eyelids trembled, but she couldn’t

Patrick had prepared and applied it to her. Brielle, mistaking

stroking her nose with his fingertip. She

no more.

lay back down, carefully pulling her close,

hours before she finally opened her eyes. By the time she

thought she was dreaming. It took her a moment to remember seeking out Max the previous night, their wild encounter,

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his strong embrace, immobilizing

a slight movement, Max awoke. “Not going to sleep a bit more?”

couldn’t fall back asleep. Her lips pressed tight. Now wasn’t the time for