Master of his heart

Chapter 492

Chapter 492

Max’s fingers lingered in her hair before he couldn’t help but cough twice.

Outside, Patrick heard the noise and gently knocked on the door. “Mr. Dorsey, are you awake?”

Patrick had kept watch all night. Now, hearing Max’s voice and still concerned about the injuries on his body, he asked with a hint of worry.

Max wrapped himself in a robe, casually tying a knot around his waist before opening the door.

Patrick, carrying a first aid kit, didn’t glance at Brielle, who was still on the bed, but walked over to the window and placed the kit beside the desk.

After Max sat down, Patrick hurriedly checked the wound on his chest, noticing it had slightly reopened. He quickly took out the antiseptic, disinfected the wound, and rewrapped it with fresh bandages.

Max remained silent, a gentle smile playing at the edges of his lips. Patrick knew Max was pleased, and his own furrowed brow relaxed.

the nail marks on his chest, a testament to a passionate night. He felt genuinely happy for the couple, aware only he

clothes; they’re in the dresser, and also,” he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “the medicines Ms.

remembered all too well. The reminder made his ears flush with

Patrick offered his reminder, he withdrew, closing

with water, carefully carrying Brielle for a thorough wash. Brielle was so tired her eyelids trembled, but she

Patrick had prepared and applied it to her. Brielle, mistaking his intentions, pleaded in a pitiful tone, “Can I rest

at her words, playfully stroking her nose with his fingertip.

no more.

into a deep sleep. Without further ado, Max lay back down, carefully pulling her close, and drifted off

before she finally opened her eyes. By the time

moment to remember seeking out Max the previous night, their wild

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