Chapter 257

Max yanked the IV from his hand and grabbed his jacket, striding toward the ward room door.

Patrick moved to support him but was met with a curt, “Check on Brielle’s car crash.”

Taken aback, Patrick nodded and hurried to make the arrangements.

As they stepped into the elevator, Max’s icy presence was so overpowering it left Patrick. struggling for breath. Noticing the blood still seeping from Max’s hand, Patrick wanted to say something–anything–to break the tension, but the words wouldn’t come.

Max was already on his phone to Brielle as they exited the elevator. Her phone, engulfed in flames inside her car, went unanswered.

Frustrated, Max redialed his manager’s number. By now, the manager, having the good sense to support Brielle, had ushered her into the hotel lobby to rest.

“Ms. Brielle, Mr. Dorsey is really worried about you. He’ll be here soon,” the manager reassured her.

disbelief. Max? “You mean Max?” she asked,

sight of her bleeding. “We should get you to

felt her grip tighten on her pants. “He’s worried about me?” After the cold way they’d ended things, could he really

Mr. Dorsey, you’re more

couldn’t help but laugh at the rumor, though it eased the bitterness she felt.

the hotel doors swung open, and Max strode in. His jacket dangled from his elbow, his expression as frosty as ever. The sight of the blood on Brielle’s foot

shocked. How did he get here so fast?

scene ended up online, it would undoubtedly attract. gossip and rumors. Andrew’s words from earlier had become

man was meant to be suspended

he examined her wound. The thought of Spencer still locked upstairs made her

with

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