Master of his heart

Chapter 305
Brielle nearly got frostbite from the icy draft that Max unleashed. Yet, there were
things she felt compelled to probe on her own. She needed solid answers,
instead of tossing and turning in the dead of night, parsing the meaning behind
each of his words
Max seemed to wear a mask. Impeccable on the surface, but the ripples in his
eyes began to spread with Brielle’s approach.
Brielle was already striking, and with her injury, there was a shimmering
vulnerability in her eyes that made her look pitiable. A stifling sensation crossed
Max's heart. He frowned slightly. but his words were devoid of emotion. “Why are
you here at the office if your leg isn’t healed?”
It sounded like nothing more than a superior’s concern for a subordinate.
Brielle mustered her strength to hide her emotions, even managing to pull off a
smile. “Mr. Dorsey, you've been a big help, and I haven't had the chance to thank
you yet.
Her heart twinged as if someone was kneading its softest part.
She had reverted to calling him Mr. Dorsey. It was a measure of her sense of
propriety.
“It was nothing.”
Max felt a sting in his heart upon seeing her equally cold demeanor. This was the
outcome he wanted.
Brielle had already entered and kept a considerable distance between them. The
elevator doors closed.
Catherine stood outside, and her heartbeat nearly stopped as she saw Brielle
chase after Max. She worried there might be something between them. But
seeing Max's coldness towards Brielle, she felt a surge of relief. It appeared that
Brielle was just being presumptuous.
She laughed at her prior anxiety. Clearly, Max only saw Brielle as an ordinary
employee, not offering her the slightest warmth. Where on earth did Connor get
his information? She'd have to have a word with him next time.
The elevator began its descent, indicating that Max had no intention of attending
the meeting.
Brielle leaned against the elevator wall, catching Max's indifference in the
reflection. She lowered her gaze.
The silence was sharper than a knife. Since it was so, she didn’t need to rush to
be the butt of someone else’s joke. She watched the numbers on the elevator
panel, not uttering a word.
Max, though appearing detached, was surreptitiously observing her from the
corner of his eye. He said it was a minor effort, but did she really plan on showing
no gratitude? After all, he had hid Spencer for days and had dealt with the
Haywood family.
She was truly heartless. Even a stray dog knew to wag its tail when you threw it a
bone. But
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Chapter 305
with Brielle, she wouldn't even offer him a glance. Fine, he definitely wouldn't be
the one to break the silence.
A few seconds later.
“Does your leg still hurt?”
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crutches, she lurched towards him.
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The lights inside flickered before going out entirely, and the elevator ground to a
halt. The doors remained shut.
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Max’s hands were momentarily numb, and his brow furrowed, but the darkness
concealed their expressions from each other.
“Yeah.”
Brielle sighed in relief and slowly disengaged from his embrace. Her crutch had
fallen, and she bent down to search for it.
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An emergency light in the elevator flicked on as Max pulled out his phone,
noticing her crouched on the floor. The injured leg was awkwardly bent.
He felt a surge of irritation. Couldn't she use her mouth to ask for help? Couldn't
she just ask him for assistance?