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?

it when

worked closely with Max for years, Patrick knew all

worldly

structure.

Max to be decisive in

Her forceful entrance and occasional fiery passion were like

like watching The Priest contend with a

feel a mischievous desire to see how this drama would unfold, his lips

cut short as Brielle stirred in Max’s arms, her throat too hoarse to speak. Max gestured for

Premier Palace. She softened, nestling back into Max’s chest. “Uncle

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voice trembled, unable to form a

was setting in-the fear of being violated by Ryan’s bodyguards,

at her hands, which were bandaged up like little buns, wrapped tightly in gauze.

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

onto the couch. Her

discreetly exited, signaling the