Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

“Aubree, have I been too soft on you?! Are you freaking teaming up with others to mess with me now?

Aubree’s back was nearly breaking, but she managed a smirk with a chill, “Your fiancée is lying in bed and you’re still here fussing with me?”

That line hit a nerve, and Andrew lost his interest instantly, shoving her away and straightening his clothes.

Aubree thought he was about to explode, but instead, he grabbed her chin. “Aubree, know your place.”

Aubree looked down, wondering what place she could possibly have. Wasn’t she always just dirt beneath his shoes?

Andrew released her and strode back into Brielle’s hospital room.

Brielle’s frown deepened at his return. Andrew pulled up a chair and sat down, looking like he was ready for a serious talk.

Kenzo, sitting nearby, sighed, “Andrew, if you’ve got something to say, say it. No need for violence.”

Andrew chuckled, his gaze fiery as he turned to Brielle. “Brielle, if it weren’t for Max, you wouldn’t have made it out of the Rowland family alive. If last night’s mess goes public, do you think Max’s reputation will survive? Max has lived for over twenty years, and you are his only

stain.”

The words were like a million knives slashing at Brielle. Her hands clenched the bedsheets tight, but her face remained serene. She coughed hard a few times and then leaned back.

exhausted.

Kenzo passed her a pillow with a warning glance at Andrew.

Andrew huffed and stood up. “Max might be protecting you for now, so I won’t touch you, but I can’t swallow my pride. You better pray he shields you forever because once you step out from under his wing, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

Brielle coughed again, her cheeks flushing from the effort. She smiled faintly, then locked eyes. with Andrew–one seething, the other calm.

“Andrew, did you come all this way just to throw your weight around? Aubree’s right. You might want to spend your time outside the ICU keeping vigil for Tessa.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Andrew’s eyes blazed with fury, his hand raised in anger, but it was caught mid–air. Kenzo’s forehead creased, “Max is still abroad. Things between you two are tense enough. Don’t make it worse for everyone involved.”

Andrew’s chest heaved with rage, and he stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

With Andrew gone, Kenzo exhaled, “You shouldn’t provoke him like that. Andrew never thinks. about the consequences. If I hadn’t been here, he might have left you crippled. He doesn’t have ‘don’t hit women‘ in his vocabulary.”

Brielle just felt drained, her chest tight. Just then, there was a knock at the door. It was Patrick.

Seeing Kenzo, Patrick was a bit surprised but didn’t ask questions. “Ms. Brielle, I’m here to take you to Premier Palace to recuperate.”

Brielle was eager to leave, so she turned to Kenzo, “Thanks, Kenzo,” Kenzo nodded and headed. up to where Tessa was being treated.

Brielle followed Patrick to the car, her wrists both bandaged. Patrick, ever considerate, opened the door for her and advised, “Mr. Dorsey won’t be back for a while, Ms. Brielle. Take some time off work, and let your wrists heal. You don’t want to risk long–term damage.”

Brielle murmured an acknowledgment.

Patrick glanced at her through the rearview mirror, still worried. He couldn’t help but add, “If you’re feeling better, you could give Mr. Dorsey a call.”

Brielle’s lashes fluttered, noticing her phone on the seat next to her. She hadn’t expected Max to be so thoughtful as to bring her phone from the Rowland family. She felt a warmth in her

heart.

As they arrived at Premier Palace, something felt off. The security was tighter, patrols everywhere. The entrance even had extra guards.

“Patrick, what’s going on outside?”

Patrick knew he couldn’t hide it, so he came clean, “It’s Mr. Dorsey’s orders. He’s worried that one day Michael might come knocking.”