Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 817

But she didn't dwell on it, quickly grabbing some antiseptic wipes.

Kenzo took them, meticulously cleaning his fingers one by one. The long, elegant tips soon returned to their usual pallor as Brielle poured the bloodied water from the basin down the sink. By the time she returned to the living room, everything was back in order.

Kenzo was naturally pale, and now his complexion was even whiter. Shirtless, with only a bandage around his midsection and a pair of pants on, he looked vulnerable yet somehow still imposing. Brielle had never seen him like this; it was a bit awkward, so she kept her gaze averted. But while helping cut up his clothes earlier, she couldn't help but notice a bit more.

Kenzo's physique wasn't the skinny, fragile type she had imagined. Instead, it was surprisingly solid, his abs and the V-line above his hips well-defined and tense, exuding a sense of strength. Brielle frowned, feeling a strange contrast in the man before her. "Ahem." Kenzo coughed twice, a hint of unnatural red dusting his cheeks. Brielle knew he had a fever, so she rummaged through the medicine cabinet for some fever reducer.

"Kenzo, you should take one of these. You really should see a doctor about that wound. Without professional treatment, it might get infected," she suggested.

Kenzo accepted the pill she handed him, his gaze landing on her face. She paused, sensing he had something to say, so she sat up straight, attentive. But Kenzo just swallowed the pill with water and leaned back, looking rather uncomfortable. "Who was after you tonight?" She couldn't help but ask.

Kenzo chuckled, a smile curling his lips. "After being in showbiz for so long, stepping on so many toes, it's normal for someone to want me dead."

Brielle couldn't deny that. No matter the industry, it's always dirty, the entertainment world especially so. Now stripped of his Barnes family heir halo, Kenzo was just a top-notch screenwriter. To the real moguls, he was hardly a threat. She guessed some might even want to chain him up and force him to write scripts for life until his inspiration ran dry.

"I'm sorry," she said softly.

was, Kenzo probably understood why

Max would go

Max hesitate before acting? And Kenzo, now looking devoid of any resentment, only added to Brielle's confusion. She was about to repeat her apology when

bother me.

a face full of gentleness, appearing untroubled. So she hesitated,

four in the morning; by all accounts,

"Yes?"

tell anyone

"Okay."

bedroom, she picked up the call, and Max's

statement. The retired Mr Lynch has stepped up to take charge and announced a series of policies. Have you heard from Dustin

phone." Brielle shared her concern,

of Dustin's affection for Brielle, he still owed him for visiting her in jail. "I'm heading to North America. The Lynch family is tight-lipped, and no one outside can

sensed an impending storm and

Mr. Lynch

"Brielle, I don't know."