Master of his heart

Chapter 346

Upon hearing the words, Brielle couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright, got it,” she said, with a casual and friendly tone. After hanging up the phone, she voted a firm ‘no‘ in her mind.

Did Spencer think he could waltz back into the company and ruffle her feathers? In his dreams.

The following morning, Brielle finally made her way to the office. As she entered her department, she felt the weight of her colleagues‘ gazes upon her. Sensing her attention, they quickly diverted their eyes and returned to their work in silence.

Brielle’s brow furrowed slightly.

She settled into her chair and booted up her computer, noticing a flood of emails. Most were from her department, but one caught her eye–it was from Max. The email was several days old, sent during her hospital stay, and thus unseen until now. It was a formal email strictly about business. She pondered for a moment before replying with a succinct “Received.”

As soon as she sent it, she regretted it. Surely, the department had already dealt with the matter. Replying now seemed a bit personal, as if she were looking for a reason to connect with him.

Why not just reach out to him openly if she wanted to talk? It would also be a chance to clear the air about the other night. Just the thought brought a flush to her cheeks.

She hurried to retract the email but before she could do so, Max replied with a new message.

[Received what?]

She needed

email was from a few days ago. My apologies for

Max’s response seemed tinged

as cold as ice, a stark contrast to the heated kiss they had shared not long ago. Separated by screens, neither could guess

before closing his laptop. His chest

soup by a caregiver at the nursing home.

too, her demeanor shy and bashful around him.

said, “Ma’am, your son is such a workaholic. He needs to take care of himself. Overworking

before looking at Max with concern. “Max, don’t forget to get a check–up

Chapter 346

“The nursing home has all the facilities for a thorough check–up. We

me a grandchild. I don’t have many years left, and I’d love to hold a

Unmarried?

wife. A hint of elation crossed her face as she encouraged Max to get the check–up. “It’s always better to