Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 632

Brielle closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The Rowland family had faced their comeuppance, and as for Andrew, his would come in due time. All she needed to do was wait quietly,

When she returned to Premier Palace, her mood lifted considerably. The image of the Rowland clan smeared with trash brought a smirk to her face.

She had just settled on the couch when Max handed her a glass of water. After a few sips. feeling rather chipper, she decided to dig out that scarf she’d been knitting and continued her work by the bay window.

Max watched her mood improve and silently breathed a sigh of relief but couldn’t suppress a cough.

Wesley knew he had been running a fever since the night before. “Sir, maybe we should call the doctor. Your temperature is very high, and if it hits 104 degrees, we’ll have real trouble,” Wesley suggested, his concern merging with Max’s timely cough, finally pulling Brielle’s attention toward them.

Brielle looked at Max and, indeed, noticed his pallor. She set the scarf aside and saw Patrick come downstairs with a stack of papers. “Sir, the last meeting is about to start, and it’s going to last about an hour. Once this is over, we should be clear of the overseas issues for a while.”

At that moment, Brielle was by Max, reaching out to check his forehead. Feeling the scorching heat, her expression changed instantly. She hadn’t noticed Max’s fever earlier, being out of sorts herself, so she quickly asked Wesley, “Wesley, do we have any fever reducer here? Bring some over, will you?”

Then, turning to Patrick, she asked, “Can’t we postpone the meeting?”

Patrick looked troubled.

voice rough with the hint of a cold,

an hour.”

frowned. “You have a high fever.”

he had worked sick countless times before, and it was nothing

the Rowland family was just the start. Andrew still needed a slow grind to intensify the pain. She was one to hold fast to her vendettas, now

brief heartache. He coughed again, and his eyelids looked heavily fatigued. Patrick sighed, “Mr. Dorsey was called to the sanatorium again last night and didn’t rest

of sympathy, but the sanatorium was indeed an

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Chapter 632

mother, and he couldn’t ignore her.

the coolness of her fingertips. Max closed his eyes in

reducer, and Brielle

swallowing the medicine, but heard Patrick’s urgency. “Sir, the meeting

“I’m fine. You’ve

sat close to

finished tonight. At the end of the scarf, she knitted two irises, and as she tied off the last stitch, Max concluded his meeting.

scarf around his neck. If they