Master of his heart

Chapter 702

Taking a deep breath to ease the pain in her legs, she steadied herself against the wall and started walking out.

At this hour, Dorsey Tower was basically deserted. She took the elevator down. Since her car had been vandalized, her only option was to hail a cab by the roadside. But catching a cab in the wee hours was tough, and the cold had turned her lips a faint shade of purple.

An hour later, she finally managed to flag down a taxi. By the time she arrived back at Pearl Estate, it was four in the morning. She paid the driver and, with a limp, made her way into the complex, only to find that the lights in her apartment were on. Her brow furrowed at the sight. She must have left in such a rush that she forgot to turn them off.

As she rode the elevator up, she reached into her bag to get her keys, only to realize with delayed awareness that she had left her purse in Max’s office. Now, aside from her phone, she had nothing.

Brielle was not usually one to break down. She was often frighteningly strong. But today had been too much. All she wanted was to find a warm place to rest, yet she had left her keys behind.

Blinking back the tears, she slid down against the wall, not wanting to make another trip to Dorsey International. She had no energy left and just wanted to make do in the hallway for the night. She even tapped on her own door, knowing no one would answer, but she couldn’t help but keep tapping, even as the tears fell uncontrollably.

leaving

knees and closing her eyes, Footsteps sounded from inside the apartment, and for a moment, she wondered if she

was the only resident on this floor. If those weren’t her footsteps, whose could they

cracked open, with Max standing

had conjured up a hallucination, but before she could think further, this vision crouched down to meet her eye level and even reached out to wipe away

touch was moist. “Why are you crying?” he

from inside. He had shed his suit jacket, wearing just his shirt with the top three buttons undone. This squatting pose exposed a patch of his chest. Max looked at her, not understanding why she was crying so late

against the wall to change her shoes, then moving to the couch to grab the blanket he had just laid out and wrapping it around