Master of his heart (Max and Brielle) novel Chapter 611

Chapter 611 

Brielle shielded her eyes as she watched his retreating figure. She realized that her relationship with Max had hit an unprecedented impasse. 

The car crash the day before yesterday might have been orchestrated by Max’s kin, and last night’s debacle was the Rowland family’s doing. It seemed like the whole world was against her. 

All because she was with Max. 

A fiery determination flickered in her eyes. If being with Max meant defying most of Beaconsfield, then so be it. 

After freshening up, she stepped out just in time to bump into Patrick. He nodded with respect. “Ms. Brielle, I’m relieved you’re alright.” 

It was no wonder that the president had left everything and everyone behind last night to rush to Brielle’s side and watch over her all night. The scene had been too horrific, and it was difficult to imagine anyone who had been through such an ordeal not being on the brink of madness. 

Patrick had half expected to find a woman teetering on the edge of collapse, thinking Brielle might break down in tears when she saw Max. But when he followed Max back, he heard Wesley say Brielle had already fallen asleep. 

What woman could fall asleep so quickly after witnessing such horror? Patrick found himself admiring Brielle’s strength while also pitying Max. 

For every ounce of sorrow Ms. Brielle felt, Max experienced it tenfold. If Ms. Brielle’s heart was slightly bruised, Max’s was probably already shattered. 

Perhaps it was the tragedy and greatness of this world that life rarely offered truth. Yet it was filled with so many forms of love. 

Absurdities ruled, but love was the savior. That was Max for you. 

Brielle didn’t dwell on it much longer. Instead, she inquired about Adrian’s whereabouts, as she had some questions for him. 

Patrick hesitated, then asked, “Shouldn’t we wait for the president’s meeting to end?” 

She couldn’t wait another moment. She needed to act now, or else once she had a moment of calm, she’d remember Aubree’s despairing eyes, her body marred with marks, and that gruesome, bloodied tooth. 

Patrick was about to make arrangements to escort her when Max’s voice echoed from the study. “Don’t go off on your own. Wait for me.” 

He had been listening to the commotion outside all along. 

Chapter 611 

Brielle stiffened, thinking he was supposed to be in a meeting. Then she heard him continue to engage with the people on the other side of the camera, earning applause. 

Patrick sighed somewhat helplessly. “Ms. Brielle, since that’s the case, please wait for Mr. Dorsey. Otherwise, I’ll have a tough time explaining things once the meeting is over.” 

Brielle nodded. With Max having said that, she naturally didn’t dare to act on her own. 

Seizing the moment, Patrick suggested, “Ms. Brielle, why don’t you head downstairs for a meal? Wesley was worried you looked ill when you came back last night, and he’s been brewing a nourishing soup for you since early this morning.”