Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 982

Patrick couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze; his own eyes were swollen from a month's worth of tears, finally accepting the hard truth that the CEO was gone.

"Ms. Brielle, please take care of yourself. I'm about to start a new job at Dream Tech Designs, so I won't be staying around here."

Leaving all the documents behind, Patrick's voice was hoarse, each word trembling as though it were wrung out of him.

"The CEO was most worried about you, Ms. Brielle. He hoped you wouldn't give up on yourself. Before the explosion, his actions were like those of a man putting his affairs in order. He had mentioned transferring his shares, an idea I rejected. I didn't know his secrets, but I kept thinking that maybe he wouldn't just vanish so easily. Perhaps on a serene, sunlit day, he'd return, and before that day, he'd endure many hardships to come back to you. So, Ms. Brielle, you need to pull yourself together too."

Using Max to console Brielle seemed to be the most effective method.

Since Brielle refused to accept the reality of his disappearance, it was best to leave her with a glimmer of hope.

Max would return.

One day.

On a serene, sunlit day.

As for when that day would be, no one could say.

A spark of life returned to Brielle's eyes. She had been about to tear up the documents, but now she grew calm.

That evening, she began to eat again, which moved Dustin to tears. He quickly instructed the kitchen to prepare a hearty meal to help her regain her strength.

full bowls, and afterward, she seemed to return to normal, even taking a

off his

an empty bowl she had intended to

and as Dustin was about to stoop to pick them up, he saw her step over the broken porcelain with

how long is your trip, and when will

stiffened, forgetting his intention to

looked up incredulously to see her barefoot, standing by the French

soon is 'soon'? Are

Brielle wasn't better; she was

a scene or question her but instead sat her down on the couch and summoned the family

with Brielle, he joined

was the picture of dejection, wanting to lash

least Max had

should be angry at himself for

of the Lynch family, yet the

his fault as

Lynch, Ms. Brielle seems to be

ran a hand through his hair, his

anything we can

Ramey looked troubled.

own. It might improve over time, or it might get worse. We can't

a deep breath and