Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 579

Brielle had stealthily retreated fifty meters away from the window, the bone–chilling breeze of the evening slicing through her skin and settling deep into her marrow. She slapped her cheeks in an attempt to stay alert, a movement that sent a jolt of pain through her wrist.

She had covered her wrist with her sleeve when she went to meet Max. It was winter, after all, and no one could spot the abnormality as long as she didn’t take off her coat. However, her recent gesture had been a bit too vigorous, and the freshly stitched wound on her hand throbbed with pain.

Thinking that Max would be a while longer, she slipped into the restroom down the hall. The restroom was spotlessly clean, and just as she rolled up her sleeve, footsteps echoed at the doorway it was Alivia.

If she were Alivia, she wouldn’t keep putting herself in a position to be humiliated. After all, Max didn’t love Alivia, and that was Brielle’s trump card.

Alivia stood at the doorway, her arms crossed, her expression stormy. “Martha sent me out and said she had something to discuss privately with Max. I’ve got no idea what they’re talking about or whether Max can hold out, considering Martha is, quite literally, betting her life on

this.”

Her gaze fell on Brielle’s wrist, her eyebrows lifting slightly, “Oh, did you get hurt? Max is really careless, not even noticing your injury. Aren’t you two supposedly up close and personal every night? How could he overlook something like this? He isn’t treating you like some sort of sex dall after the lights go out, is he?”

spiteful Alivia could be. As perfect and composed as she seemed to others,

bring out the ugliest sides of a woman, not just in clashes with a rival but also in those heart–wrenching

avoided such disgraceful situations. If someone didn’t care for her, she wouldn’t abandon her dignity

as she rolled up her sleeve, a smile on her face. However, seeing the blood–soaked bandage, her brow

hospital later, she

“You bitch!”

the cold tap, and

Chapter 579

easily lead to an infection. Brielle

her eyes skimming with feigned innocence.

with sweat from the pain. The wound was deep and stitched, and now that the bandage was soaked, the blood was beginning to spread.

your wound is bleeding. Maybe you should take care of it yourself.” With that, she turned

deliberately peeling off the bandage, her tone indifferent,