Master of his heart

Chapter 288

No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the buzz of his cellphone broke the silence. After a surreptitious visit to the hospital last night, he had removed Brielle’s number from the blacklist. He’d spent the entire day with an eye on his phone.

A tiny glimmer of hope flickered in the recesses of his heart. However, when the phone actually rang, he froze, as if struck by a sudden spell.

The executives seemed accustomed to it by now as their gazes instinctively shifted towards him.

Max pulled out his phone, trying to convince himself it wouldn’t be Brielle. She probably wouldn’t be the first to reach out anymore. Despite his thoughts, he couldn’t help but look at the screen.

And there it was, a text from her.

His eyelashes fluttered once as he turned the screen face down on the table. He looked up at the executive delivering the report and said, “Continue.”

Whether it was the executive’s imagination or not, they felt as if the chill that usually surrounded their boss had thawed a bit. The mood in the conference room subtly shifted from the frost of early spring to the thaw of a stream just beginning to flow.

The executive’s report went on for an hour, and once it concluded, Max was the first to leave the room, heading straight for the elevator.

guessed who the message might’ve been from. Was the boss

the prospect. He thought a spark of life had ignited in Max ever since he had met Brielle. Max no longer

noble, but also undeniably alone.

into the car, and said to Patrick. “I’ll drive tonight. You can head back.”

at Max’s words and turned to fetch another car from

the driver’s seat and hesitated as he passed

to live. It was where everything had begun for them, a place filled with significance, so it was not surprising

say. Maybe she wanted to mend what was

Chapter 288

that made the space feel even more cramped. As Max exited the elevator, he ran into Brielle’s former neighbor, Mrs. Thompson. Her eyes lit up at

I always said she was unreliable.

not cold as he usually was, but his presence was so imposing that Mrs. Thompson dared not say more, sighed, and gave up

doorbell when he noticed the door ajar. Surprise flickered in his eyes as he