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.

shower, and then lay down to rest. It was probably the first time since taking the helm at Dorsey International that he

Brielle’s scent, as if she had just laid there the night before. Though exhausted, Max’s sleep was elusive as her scent tickled

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

didn’t leave the room but

schedule, two hours under cold water didn’t seem to induce sickness. His already pale complexion looked even worse. His aura was so icy

Dorsey International. Stepping out of the elevator, she encountered Annie carrying a stack

top floor required a bit of courage, especially after the office

Max.

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

about to enter Max’s office when she saw Annie step

coffee on Max’s desk and began arranging his papers. On seeing Brielle, surprise flickered through Annie’s eyes. “Are you here for Mr. Dorsey? He’s taking a nap and asked

drawers. This prompted Brielle

like others touching

looked up with a smile. “I asked him, and he allowed me to.

a wave of discomfort, as anyone might when speaking to someone who looked so much like themselves. Although strictly speaking, Annie’s face only bore a fifty percent resemblance