Master of his heart

Chapter 237

Chapter 237

Max ignored their clamor and barged through the door.

The bodyguards, knowing a member of the Rowland family was present, stood frozen, not daring to make a move. Max was no fool. One look at the scene before him, and he knew the Rowlands were up to something.

“Scram.”

The bodyguards stumbled and tumbled their way out, nearly tripping over themselves in haste.

Brielle leaned against a chair, sitting on the floor, her wrist wound glaringly exposed amidst the scattered droplets of blood.

Max felt a jolt tighten in his chest, his breath caught as if he’d hit a mental reef. He rushed to her, cradling her face with trembling hands. Her cheeks were smeared with the prints of slaps, swollen, but her eyes shone like marbles dipped in water.

A sharp hiss of pain escaped Brielle as her brows furrowed together. Max quickly eased his grip, scanning her for other injuries.

his throat as if clogged with an invisible force. This panic was more terrifying than anything he

the gravity on his face, Brielle felt an inexplicable sense of relief. She was glad he had come. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she whispered,

of emotion as he scooped her into his arms

woman in his arms, treating her with such delicate care. Everyone in Beaconsfield knew Max steered clear of romantic entanglements, but here he was, holding

such gentleness.

quickly intervened. “Brielle’s just worn out, Max.

but Austin was well

sway with both Kenzo and

“Mr. Austin, let’s

eager for discretion,

had arrived swiftly and left just as quickly, leaving Kenzo and Andrew to deal with the

in her room, finding her still unconscious. His resentment towards Brielle grew, especially knowing his friend

of their

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