Chapter 521

Brielle was still oblivious to the turmoil stirring around her as she awoke to find Max, sitting by her side, closing his laptop after wrapping up some work.

“All set for discharge,” Max said with a gentle smile. “Breakfast’s waiting at home.”

She was about to nod in agreement when she noticed a dark bruise staining his cheek. She had never seen such a mark on Max’s face before. Her hand instinctively reached out to touch the bruise, seeking an explanation. Had Max been in a fight?

Her lips pressed together, and she remained silent, quickly dressing and freshening up.

As they exited the hospital room, they saw Andrew at the end of the corridor. A cigarette was pinched between his fingers; he was clearly about to indulge in a smoke. Upon seeing Max, the cigarette snapped in half. His silence was heavy with unspoken words.

Max didn’t spare him a glance but instead patted Brielle’s shoulder. “Let’s go.”

The tension was palpable, like a bow drawn taut. From their demeanor, Brielle sensed a chilling indifference.

Max’s face–it was Andrew’s doing. Over

Brielle. Max, who should’ve been untouchable and revered, now seemed to

car, Brielle feigned sleep. But as the vehicle jolted, she couldn’t help but steal a glance at Max, sitting by the window, flipping through corporate reports. His expression was calm, but the bruise on his

by his side. Yet, she had to admit that her presence brought undeserved criticism and

it worth it?

a constant reminder to Brielle of her own intrusion into Max’s pristine life, a stain on his otherwise flawless existence. The scariest part was not the absence

Palace, Brielle ate sparingly before announcing her need to rest. Max

gaze fell on the unfinished scarf. Too weary to knit, she

have you seen the

hospital, Brielle hadn’t checked, “No, what’s up?”

you and Max. Your name isn’t

1/2

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255