Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 503

Brielle’s cheeks burned with a rush of heat as she hastily snatched the box from the pile.

“I got this one. You guys take care of the rest,” she said, cutting off any potential response from the others as she quickly whisked the box away to the master bedroom.

With the door securely locked behind her, the feverish tension that had gripped her began to dissipate as if she had narrowly escaped disaster. Tentatively, she touched her still–flushed cheeks, alarmed by their heat.

In a flurry, she pulled out the contents of the box–a few assorted items from the alleyway market–and carefully stowed them into her bedside drawer.

Her eyes couldn’t help but dart to the assortment of item. Max did have a knack for shopping. A fresh wave of heat colored Brielle’s face as she made sure there were no other bizarre surprises within the box. Breathing a sigh of relief, she felt as if she had narrowly avoided at social catastrophe in front of so many.

When Brielle returned downstairs a half–hour later, Max was nowhere to be seen, so she decided to break out the yarn she had bought. After all, Christmas was just around the corner, and she had to work overtime to get her projects done in time.

She glanced out at the backyard where a lush greenhouse garden bloomed, a riot of color even in the dead of winter, tended to by a top–notch horticulturist.

Settling down, Brielle turned to Wesley, who was nearby. “Wesley, could you please pass me some paper and a pen?”

he saw the yarn by her side. He instructed the chef to prepare some pastries and coffee, setting them down

several times and designing a variety of fonts, she finally scrapped them

Max had arrived at the nursing home after a

“Mother.”

Alivia spoon–feeding Martha some soup.

Max’s heart. So, after parting

of health today. She could sense Alivia’s mood was low, and after inquiring, she discovered the relationship between

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Chapter 503

no sway over Max,

seen Michael. They didn’t resemble a couple as much as they did

you’ve come,” Martha said, easing a bit when she

administer an injection to Martha, who had fainted that morning due to excessive emotion and

of the new medication were becoming apparent, and every fainting spell was cause for alarm, fearing it could be the last.

the other side of Martha’s bed, expression neutral as he adjusted the blanket over her. At this