Chapter 254
She gazed at the takeout she had carefully packed, a hint of self-mockery tinging
her thoughts.. Taking a deep breath to compose herself, she opened the door.
“Mr. Dorsey, I heard you were in the hospital. Feeling better?”
Neither of the two in the room expected her visit. Max's grip on his paperwork
tightened, the slight sense of grievance he had vanishing instantly. He looked up
at Brielle.
With a warm smile, Brielle placed the takeout on the bedside table.
Patrick, sensing the moment, discreetly exited, closing the door behind him,
leaving them to their privacy.
Max didn't speak, and Brielle began unpacking the food. “Have you had lunch? I
brought some. things from the hotel. Care for a bite?”
The dishes were all light and bland, perfect for someone recovering from illness.
Max stayed silent, eyes fixed on the documents, though he wasn't really reading
them.
Brielle scooped up a spoonful of soup, bringing it to his lips, only to hear him ask,
“Weren't you supposed to be at home? Why the hotel?”
Brielle realized she had misspoken. The food was obviously from that particular
hotel's menu. and Max, with his own suite there, would surely know where she
got it. Lies were bound to unravel.
“I-” Brielle struggled to find an excuse. Should she divulge the whole kidnapping
Spencer affair? But Max was a Dorsey, after all. He wouldn't tak her side.
“I had some business at the hotel.”
Max remained silent, his gaze unsettling her, turning her normally confident
demeanor into a display of discomfort.
He closed his eyes, and after a while, he chuckled softly. “Brielle, let's end this
charade.”
Brielle’s grip on the spoon tightened, her throat constricting as if choked, unable
to speak.
To mask the hurt, she pretended to stir the soup, her eyes reddening, striving to
keep her voice steady. “Alright.”
No plea, no pain, just a calm affirmation.
Max felt a surge of frustration. Her seemingly indifference hurt him in ways he
couldn’t describe. He held back before finally saying, “You can go now.”
Brielle slowly set down the bowl and stood up with difficulty.
A myriad of needles seemed to prick at her heart. She admitted to a fondness for
Max but was far from love. It was a mistake from the start, and perhaps it was for
the best that it ended.
Chapter 254
She turned swiftly, and as she reached the door, her throat tightened. Upon
opening it, she saw Patrick sitting outside in the hallway.
Patrick, taken aback by her tear—rimmed eyes, stuttered, “Ms. Brielle, are you-"
Brielle didn’t answer, just shook her head and hurried to the elevator.
Patrick stood frozen. Was it an illusion? He thought he saw Ms. Brielle crying. Did
they have a fight? But he didn’t hear any arguing.
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Max's hand froze, discomfort evident.
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Max looked down, his voice husky. “No need.”
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As he took a second bite, he pondered whether his earlier words had been too
harsh.
By the third, he was feeling regret. “You said Brielle was crying?”