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.

he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “the medicines Ms. Brielle might

remembered all too well. The reminder made his ears flush with

his reminder, he withdrew, closing

carrying Brielle for a thorough wash. Brielle was so tired

applied it to her. Brielle, mistaking his intentions, pleaded in a pitiful tone, “Can

at her words, playfully stroking her nose with his fingertip. She frowned

no more.

sleep. Without further ado, Max lay back down, carefully pulling her close, and drifted off

By the time she woke up, the sun was high in the

so close, she thought she was dreaming. It took her a moment to remember seeking

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was trapped in his strong embrace, immobilizing

awoke. “Not going

back asleep. Her lips pressed