Master of his heart

Chapter 308

However, as luck would have it, when you’re down on your luck, even sipping water can choke you. She had only taken a few steps when her cane got stuck in a pothole that had appeared on the sidewalk. She yanked on it, but her strength was insufficient, and the tip of the cane was firmly lodged.

This little mishap was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Her eyes instantly welled up, her heart felt suffocated, and she hastily pulled out her cell phone, intending to call Aubree. She needed someone to pick her up and save her from further embarrassment.

Before she could dial, footsteps sounded from behind her. She stiffened. Was it Noah or…

Then Patrick’s voice chimed in, “Ms. Brielle, let me drive you home.”

Brielle felt a faint sense of expectation rise within her, which she found rather silly. “No, I’ll call Aubree,” she replied.

But before she could finish, Noah stepped up to her. “Brielle, don’t be polite to me. You look a bit pale. Just get in my car,” he insisted.

Turning to Patrick, Noah continued, “Patrick, it’s no trouble at all. I’ll take Brielle home. And by the way, she’s likely to be my future girlfriend.”

publicly claimed them. It fed their modest vanity. Brielle was just an ordinary woman and surely

Noah, have you lost your mind?” After holding back

Her tone was indifferent; she was too weary to engage further with Noah.

couldn’t do it alone, she turned to ask Patrick for help. To any onlooker, she simply seemed to

finish, a hand reached out from

of natural cedarwood emanated from him, fresh and clear as

Max. Only he had noticed her predicament. This realization brought

expected Max to step up to Brielle’s side, let alone perform such a gentlemanly

He hadn’t noticed Brielle’s cane was stuck. He had lost Alivia, and

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made him exceedingly uncomfortable. He almost reached for Brielle, intending to usher her into his car, but before his

need to be present for the executive meeting, which was why he had left early.

snapped back to reality. The

you’re alright. We’ll head

Dorsey, sorry you had to go