Chapter 531

telle nibbled at a sandwich, her fingers dancing through the yarn as she knitted a scarf into the wee hours of the morning. It wasn’t until then that she finally drifted off into a fitful sleep. her dreams a tangled mix of Max and visions of him with other women.

When she woke, it was already noon the next day, and Max still hadn’t returned. After freshening up, she couldn’t resist the urge to call him, but there was no answer on the other

  1. nd. Her heart hung suspended, heavy with worry. She tried Patrick next, but all he said was that they were a bit tied up.

Restlessly. Brielle waited until six in the evening when Max’s car finally pulled up to the front of Premier Palace. She hurried outside and opened the car door to find Max leaning back in his seat, his eyes closed, a picture of exhaustion but, thankfully, unharmed. She breathed a sigh of relief.

Slipping into the car, she took his hand, intertwining their fingers firmly. Max’s eyelashes fluttered, and he turned to look at her, pulling her into an embrace. They rode in silence.

Brielle wracked her brain, even wondering if she had done anything in the past couple of days. to upset him. After meticulously dissecting the recent events, she couldn’t pinpoint anything. she might’ve done wrong.

Upon arriving at the Dorsey familt’s old mansion, the butler was already waiting at the door. “Sir, Ms. Brielle, Mr. Michael has been expecting you,” he announced.

Brielle instantly gathered her wits, clutching Max’s hand a little tighter.

Max open his eyes, the redness in them evident. Seeing his state only. heightened her concern.

and tousled her hair. “Don’t be

wasn’t nerves she felt, just concern for him.,“I told you, I’ve got to face this,” she murmured. She hadn’t seen him in over a day and couldn’t help herself; she tiptoed to wrap her arms around

if a bucket of icy water

her heart.

any sign of what was troubling him. But

smile. “Alright, let’s go in.”

opened the door

of the room while others were seated on either side. As Brielle stepped in, she felt Spencer’s piercing gaze upon her. He looked gaunt, as if he’d lost a great deal of weight. His

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a mad intensity.

a sharp black suit, hands folded across hist midsection, his expression somewhat indifferent. Victoria’s hand rested on his arm, clearly trying to draw closer, but the man seemed to barely tolerate her touch, even frowning in distaste. Brielle guessed

familiar faces, there were others whose identities she didn’t know–likely elders from the broader family branches. Their eyes were all on her, and the distant relatives chuckled coldly, though they kept silent as it wasn’t their place to speak.

didn’t feel like a family dinner; it felt more like Brielle

butler quickly pushed a single chair forward, indicating Max would

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