Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 917

She knew avoiding Max like this was hurting him, but she just couldn't help it. She desperately wanted to have this baby. But why couldn't anyone understand her?

From Brielle's perspective, she knew her health wasn't great, but she was clueless about the whole contraception issue. She thought her frailty was the only problem and that pregnancy could be fatal for both her and the baby. To her, this was a challenge she could overcome. If she started eating regularly, getting enough sleep, and taking daily walks to gain some weight back, everything would fall into place.

But Max? He was dead set on not having the baby.

Brielle just couldn't understand his point of view, and it pained her.

Standing in the elevator, she stared at her reflection on the shiny walls, realizing she had indeed lost a few pounds. Her frailty wasn't just in her mind.

Growing up, she'd always worried about the bare necessities. During harsh winters and sweltering summers, she never had a decent pair of shoes. The cold and damp had long seeped into her bones.

After reaching adulthood and throwing herself into work at Dorsey International, her meals were often irregular, leading to stomach issues.

Brielle now bitterly regretted dedicating her life to Dorsey International. She had invested everything into the company, neglecting her personal life completely. And in the end, the Dorsey family had only used her. "Bri, you've really lost a lot of weight."

Aubree, looking at her, suddenly made that remark, then reached out to touch her forehead.

"Are you sick?"

"No, Aubree, I can't go shopping with you today. I need to rest."

Seeing how exhausted she was, Aubree didn't dare insist on her company and watched as Brielle got into her car.

It was only noon, but Brielle couldn't fight the drowsiness. Carrying this child was clearly a huge burden.

She had realized this and had consciously slowed down at work.

the bed without hesitation and fell asleep within a minute. But it was a restless sleep. She dreamed of a

lying in bed, heavily pregnant, tears streaming down

reality, in the dream, she was desperate to get rid of it. She sensed a bone-deep murderous intent from the man, and an inexplicable, entangled ambiguity. Terrified, Brielle tried to scream, but a hand covered her mouth, and a finger was placed on her lips. "No one's going to save you. Stay put, stop

and she jolted awake from the

her

the bathtub with water, and

stomach,

not finding her

saw Brielle

dried her off before

soup. She ate it in big gulps, her subconscious urging her to eat more

"Sleep now."

soft as he kissed her on

slept until the next afternoon. After freshening up, she descended the stairs only to see a

her grip

sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper,

is the new butler, Ramey, a distant

that wasn't the case. It was just a cover for Ramey, given Brielle's

"Is Brent leaving?"

Brielle felt uneasy.

years and it's time for him to

to sit beside him, soothingly patting the back

here to replace Brent. He comes highly recommended by

a phone

the glass doors, she