Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 34

The car pulled up to the Premier Palace, and the private doctor was already waiting there.

In her slumber, Brielle could feel someone tending to her thigh, bandaging it up, while a feverish heat made her want to turn over, only to have her wrist gently grasped.

“Hot,” she mumbled, her brow furrowing as she sought out a cool spot.

Max propped her up and pressed a cold pack against her cheeks. Brielle sighed in relief, snuggling into the comfort of his embrace.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, finishing the bandage on her leg and administering a shot. “She’ll be fine after some rest, sir. No need to worry. However, this young lady’s constitution is delicate. She should take care in her daily routine.”

Max set the cold pack aside, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the sweat on Brielle’s forehead.

When Patrick returned after seeing off the doctor, he was greeted by this tender scene. He couldn’t quite gauge Max’s feelings-whether he was concerned or indifferent.

If indifferent, why had Max rushed to Ryan’s side upon hearing of Brielle’s mishap late at night?

did he it when Ms. Brielle had directly

Max for years, Patrick knew all too well

burdens, shackles. Release worldly attachments, and

structure.

Max to be decisive in business, sweeping through challenges with

Her forceful entrance and occasional fiery passion were like a wildfire, threatening to consume

like watching The Priest contend with a worldly

mischievous desire to see how this drama would unfold, his

hoarse to speak. Max gestured for Patrick

softened, nestling back into Max’s chest. “Uncle Max, are my fingers broken?” Her whole body ached, and

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almost…” Her voice trembled, unable to form a

by Ryan’s bodyguards, the fear that Ryan would take

looked down at her hands, which were bandaged up like little buns, wrapped tightly in gauze. Tears began to flow as panic filled her heart. Were

a loss, a rare look of bewilderment on his typically stoic face. He had thought she would not be afraid, for she

arms wrapped around his neck, and before he could react, he was pushed back onto the couch. Her kisses were clumsy, like

discreetly exited, signaling the household staff to do the