Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 855

Desiree held onto a lace handkerchief, looking a bit under the weather. Despite this, she shook her head and managed a faint smile at Annie.

Annie kept one hand behind her back, gripping a dagger, her face showing nothing but innocent cheerfulness.

"Make sure you rest up, dear. Godfather's been swamped with his new project and hasn't had the chance to visit, but you're not holding it against him, are you?" Desiree's voice was weak but carried a touch of elegance. "He's got a lot on his plate too."

Annie lowered her lashes. "I'll check what the kitchen cooked up today."

"Sasha, I'd like to be alone for the rest of the afternoon. No visitors."

"Of course, Grandma. I'll let everyone know."

Once Annie left and gently closed the door, she turned to the nearby guard. "Did anyone else come in earlier?"

his head. "Today, you were the only

clouded with doubt.

"Cough, cough."

and reached for her handkerchief to dab at the corners of her mouth. Her aged hand patted the

"Come out now."

Desiree's kind eyes. Sunlight streamed into the room through the open window. She hadn't used the front door;

but to be at her beck and call. When Brielle first arrived, Desiree merely glanced

sighed and closed her eyes. "You and Sasha are spitting images of

quiet. Technically, it was Annie who resembled the lady from the Lynch family,

resembled her

to inoculate the Lynch family against the resemblance - there are plenty of

be that the Lynches weren't easily, fooled. With so many in the family particularly one close to Raymond, a renowned doctor, it was hard to pull the wool over

resemblance doesn't prove lineage.

even more resemblance to the Lynch family Brielle's features weren't an exact match for anyone in particular; she was a blend of two people Annie had been deliberately brought closer to the Lynches in appearance, and Brielle wondered whether this was by nature