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.

she seemed to return to normal,

watched her retreating figure, yet couldn't shake off his worry. Was she truly

shattered an empty bowl she had intended to use

her step over the broken porcelain with her phone turned off, as if she felt no pain. No one

your trip, and when will you

forgetting his intention to crouch

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

is 'soon'? Are you just pulling

the truth: Brielle wasn't better; she was

a scene or question her but instead sat her down on the couch and summoned the family doctor to tend to her wounds. Then he called for

Ramey had a brief chat with Brielle,

was the picture of dejection, wanting to lash out but not knowing

Max

be angry at himself for leaving her in

was the little princess of the Lynch family, yet

his fault

Lynch, Ms. Brielle seems to

hand through his hair, his face etched

anything we

Ramey looked troubled.

easy fix. She needs to come through this on her own. It might improve over time, or it might get worse. We can't let her stay home alone. She needs to be out, interacting with people. Keeping to herself will

deep