Master of his heart

Chapter 85

Brielle woke up at eleven, the familiar ceiling above her coaxing her into reality. It wasn’t a dream. Max hadn’t left on a business trip–he had shown up at the police station last night. Was it because of her?

She swung her legs out of bed, wincing as her feet touched the cold floor. The sting from her cuts reminded her of the night’s events. She spotted a cane nearby, left there just for her, and gratefully grabbed it to support her unsteady steps.

The house was quiet as she hobbled to the study. Max was there, as she knew he would be, deep in a virtual meeting.

Brielle gently pushed the door open and heard a voice from the meeting.

“The new documents have been sent down. We’ve incorporated Ms. Haywood’s 8120 principle and the 2N rule into our management system. The first draft has been emailed to you, sir.”

Max was silent, his microphone off. Sensing her presence, he paused but didn’t turn around, as if he knew it was her.

Max, were you planning to discuss a

“Mhm.”

emails, nodding in approval at the

come back? I could have handled the stuff at the police station on my own.” She tried to sound casual, settling herself onto

letting your wounds bleed without bandaging them?” Max’s voice was laced with concern. If he hadn’t arrived when he did,

and avoided his gaze. “I didn’t

her more was the inner turmoil, the loneliness of being abandoned by the whole world, grinding at the heart like

lady’s honor‘?” she asked, her long lashes fluttering like

ignore the unusual stirrings in his heart, keeping

meeting.

His emotions had peaked last night, but

respond, there was a knock