Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 680

Patrick’s heart soured inexplicably as he thought about the possibility of a spat between the CEO and Ms. Brielle. The last thing he wanted was for them to be at odds.

Even in sleep, Max’s brow was furrowed as if worries plagued his dreams.

Patrick was supposed to drive to

to Dorsey International, given that Max was a workaholic and would most likely want to head to the office at this hour. But seeing the dark circles under Max’s eyes, Patrick took the liberty of steering the car towards Premier Palace instead.

Max was tall, and even though the car was spacious, it still seemed a snug fit for him as he dozed off.

“Sir, you should hit the hay on a proper bed,” Patrick suggested.

Max slowly opened his eyes to the sight of Premier Palace, said nothing, and got out of the car.

Wesley approached, ready to mention Ms. Brielle’s visit the previous evening. But noticing the chill surrounding Max and catching warning shake of the head from Patrick behind him, he promptly shut his mouth, sensing trouble.

first time since taking the helm at Dorsey International that he skipped a workday to sleep in the bedroom

had just laid there the night before. Though

got up and went back into the bathroom, showering in cold water for an hour. It was winter,

didn’t leave the room but instead

robust. Sespite a recent fever and a relentless work schedule, two hours under cold water didn’t seem to induce sickness. His

Brielle had arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International. Stepping out of the elevator, she

floor required a bit of courage, especially after

Max.

recognized her face. As she entered the top floor, her colleagues cast curious glances. Those who had been slouching quickly straightened up as if the CEO’s wife was

to these subtleties, Brielle was about to enter Max’s office when she saw Annie step in ahead

eyes. “Are you here for Mr. Dorsey? He’s taking a nap and asked not to be disturbed,” Annie said while continu to tidy the desk.

Brielle to say, his drawers.” Even Patrick needed

others touching

him, and he allowed me to. That’s

much like