Master of his heart

Chapter 83

Chapter 83

He was supposed to be away on business tonight, not here. Deep down, she prayed he wouldn’t show up. She feared that the protective walls she had painstakingly built would crumble to ruins in his presence.

People mustn’t harbor expectations, for expectations breed vulnerability.

The warmth under her feet hadn’t faded, and as she wanted to curl up, she felt herself forcibly unraveled. She struggled to open her eyes, only to be met with a taut jawline, his breath cool as the frost, threatening to freeze one to the core. Yet, in his presence, she found a strange sense of peace.

Outside the police station, Sophia had already been brought in. She had rehearsed countless excuses in her mind, plotting how she would tear into Brielle upon seeing her. How could that bitch refused settle things privately? How could she drag her, a member of the Rowland family, into this mess?

She was determined to teach Brielle a lesson this time.

Getting out of the car, she saw a tall figure cradling someone into a vehicle at a distance. She was too far away to see who the man was.

into the lobby, casting a disdainful look at the

Palace, Patrick, seated in the front,

Beaconsfield when it turned back. Max had personally gone to

station.

was the first time Max had missed such an important meeting to deal

glances through the rearview mirror, but Max’s expression was icy, his hold on

already waiting in the foyer. It was the second time in a short span that Brielle had been injured. After tending to her foot injury, the doctor handed a tube of ointment to Max. It was a bruise–healing ointment, necessary for the stark red mark around Brielle’s neck,

Max’s reluctance, carefully placed the ointment on the coffee table. “Apply it morning and night, and

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