Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 518

Two hours had passed since the incident, and the hospital corridor outside was swarming with the Rowlands. If Max hadn’t been holding the fort in that hospital room, Brielle would have undoubtedly been drowned in a sea of vitriol from every last one of them.

Max sat down, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in water, and gently moistened Brielle’s lips. “Brielle isn’t the type to go looking for trouble,” he said with a casual detachment.

Jaired raised an eyebrow, his gaze drifting to Brielle lying on the bed. He still couldn’t figure it out–was Max genuinely devoted to Brielle? Feelings were fickle, after all. How long would Max’s affection last?

He looked down, unable to resist lighting up a cigarette between his fingers, only to be chided, “Take that outside. We’re in a hospital.”

Jaired’s face flushed with embarrassment as he quickly stood up. “Alright, alright, I won’t smoke around your princess.”

With long strides, he left the room.

The atmosphere in the corridor was hushed, with the Rowlands standing or sitting in wait. They merely nodded upon seeing Jaired emerge. He pocketed his cigarette, tossed it into a trash can, and clapped Andrew on the shoulder. “She’ll pull through,” he assured him.

No sooner had he spoken than the door to Brielle’s room swung open, and Max stepped out. Upon seeing him, Andrew stiffened, his anger palpable as he grabbed Max by the collar. It was the first time their friendship had reached such a tense point in years. “If anything happens, I won’t let Brielle off the hook.”

looked up, meeting Andrew’s bloodshot eyes just before being shoved against the wall. “Max,

and quickly stepped between them. “Hey, hey, let’s talk this out. Tessa will be fine, Brielle too. We’re all brothers. There’s

able to control his breathing. “I’m seen as nothing but your lackey! A lapdog! Do I look like I need that? If I didn’t consider you my brother. why would I put up with

resting on Andrew’s clenched fist. “Andrew, you’re heated. Cool

eyes instantly reddened, and seeing Max’s silent stoicism only fueled his rage.

Damn it!

swift motion, he threw a punch. It wasn’t a heavy blow, holding

dodged but chose not to,

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leaving a bruised mark on

other Rowlands stood up in shock, but with the sons of the Dorsey and Clements families at odds, no one dared intervene–they all turned to Jaired in a

by Andrew’s gesture, especially seeing Max with a bruised face–a rare sight. The nonchalant expression disappeared from his eyes, and

Andrew, calmly asking,