Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

He hoped Brielle would say something more, like why on earth she had taken Spencer to the hotel and kidnapped him in the first place. Did she even have any feelings for Spencer?

But after Brielle’s last comment, she just frowned and fell silent, her thoughts drifting to Spencer, who she had left bound in the bathroom. Her arm now encased in a cast, so she was unable to move him herself, and if Spencer were to be discovered by someone else, all her efforts would be for naught.

Should she reach out to Aubree? But her phone had gone to smithereens along with her car. which meant that if she wanted to contact Aubree, she would have to rely on Max.

Glancing at Max, she found his gaze already on her. Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away, feeling a flush of nervous heat wash over her.

Max stood up and asked, “Does your leg hurt?”

Brielle meant to deny it, but instead she murmured, “Mhm.”

Max asked Wesley to bring over a wheelchair and gently helped her into it.

Brielle noticed his carefulness, and it made her nose tingle with emotion. Even after declaring

their end, Max was still the kindest to her.

*Stay here and heal up,” he said.

He was about to leave after saying that, but then he heard Brielle ask, “And what about you?”

Her words hooked him, holding him in place. He wanted to say he’d stay at a hotel or one of his other properties, but it felt like Brielle was subtly asking him to stay. So, instead, he offered. “How about I

wheel you around the garden for a bit?”

Brielle wasn’t sure what to say, so she nodded instinctively. Both seemed to be looking for excuses to stay together.

As Max pushed her through the garden, trying to think of a new topic of conversation, his phone started to ring. He frowned, instinctively not wanting to answer, but the ringing persisted.

Even Brielle looked up at him, “Go ahead, it might be something important at the office.”

He took out his phone, and when he saw it was Andrew calling, his expression darkened, and he hung up without hesitation.

Andrew called a few times, but there was no answer. On the last hang–up, Andrew frowned and turned to Kenzo, “Didn’t you say he was in the hospital?”

Kenzo, holding a glass of wine, nodded slightly, “He was, but I heard Brielle had a car accident. He probably rushed over there.”

At the mention of Brielle, a surge of distaste welled up inside Andrew, his lips tightening. Always because of Brielle.!

“He must be in love with Brielle!” he concluded. The thought made Andrew restless, but what could he do? All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Kenzo, we can’t just watch Max fall like this.”

Kenzo sipped his wine, smiling lightly, “I don’t want to see you tangled up with Tessa either. Why don’t you break it off with her?”

At that, Andrew froze. “My situation with Tessa is different. Tessa is innocent, but Brielle.”

Kenzo pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated, “Let’s just stay out of Max’s business, okay?”

“Kenzo, you don’t seem to have any issues with Brielle?”

Raising an eyebrow, Kenzo chuckled, “I’m just curious to see how far those two will go.”

Andrew’s lips thinned, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, “They’ll never end up together.”

After hanging up several times, Max handed his phone to a servant nearby. He continued to wheel Brielle around the garden, but she was obviously distracted, trying to figure out how to ask him for his phone. She had to get someone to move Spencer, and she couldn’t let Max find

out.

Max was waiting for her to bring up Spencer, but after a complete round of the garden, Brielle was still silent, her brow furrowed with worry. It seemed she had no intention of speaking. In her heart, he was not a person she could trust.

Realizing this, Max didn’t linger any longer and left Premier Palace.