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.

Patrick couldn’t help but notice the nail marks on his chest, a testament to a passionate night. He felt genuinely happy for the couple,

the dresser, and also,” he said, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “the

no fool, especially after the previous night’s indulgence, which he remembered all too well. The reminder made his

Patrick offered his reminder, he withdrew,

bathtub with water, carefully carrying Brielle for a thorough wash. Brielle was

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

chuckled at her words, playfully stroking her nose with his

no more.

Max lay back down, carefully pulling her close, and drifted off to

her eyes. By the time she woke up, the sun was high in

moment to remember seeking out Max the previous night, their

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