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.

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

previous night’s indulgence, which he remembered all too well. The reminder made his ears flush with warmth.

Patrick offered his reminder, he withdrew, closing the

invigorated and filled the bathtub with water, carefully carrying Brielle for a thorough wash. Brielle was so tired her

Patrick had prepared and applied it to her. Brielle, mistaking his intentions, pleaded in

nose

no more.

carried back to bed, she didn’t make another move, falling into a deep sleep. Without further ado, Max lay back down, carefully pulling her close, and drifted off to sleep. This time, it wasn’t just a pillow he held; her presence

before she finally opened her eyes. By the time

a moment to remember seeking out Max the previous

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was trapped in his strong

Max awoke. “Not going to

her recent experiences, including last night’s events, Brielle couldn’t fall back asleep. Her lips pressed tight.