Master of his heart

Chapter 530
But it wasn’t until much later that Jaired would come to understand the full extent
of what Max had meant by his words that day.
Time flew by, and the online chatter about Tessa hadn't died down. Even those
within their social circle were starting to speculate about what was really going
on.
After Tessa’s rage had landed her in the emergency room, she spent another
restless night before she regained consciousness, still groggy and disoriented.
The Rowland clan was in a state of utter chaos, ruing the decision to let Tessa
confront Brielle on her own. If Brielle had been easy to handle, she wouldn't have
ousted Alivia and secured her place at Max's side.
As Tessa sluggishly came to, her eyes met the sterile white ceiling of the hospital
room. When she recalled the news she'd seen before losing consciousness, the
bitter taste of bile rose in her throat, and she nearly spat blood in frustration. Her
eyes were swollen from crying, her heart filled with indignation. After all her
efforts, it seemed everything had backfired.
Andrew gripped her hand, his brow furrowed with worry. “I've managed to
suppress the news online, but still, I'll head over to the Rowland estate to take
care of you during this time,” he said.
Tears resumed their path down Tessa’s cheeks. Why did it always seem that
every encounter with Brielle left her on the losing end? Despite Brielle’s lack of a
significant background, how did she always manage to slip away unscathed?
Hatred flooded Tessa’s gaze, but the blow she'd received served as a stark
lesson-her usual tactics would no longer suffice against Brielle. She had to bide
her time, to devise a plan that would strike directly at Brielle’s heart.
That afternoon, Tessa returned to the Rowland estate, claiming she needed half
a month to recover from her ailment.
Upon hearing of Tessa’s discharge, Brielle was in the middle of knitting a scarf at
Premier Palace. She had been aware of the online news, which was still a hot
topic of public debate. With Andrew's assertive crackdown, the rumors appeared
even more credible. After all, the public was like that-the more you tried to
suppress them, the more they yearned to rise up in defiance.
Although Tessa’s name had vanished from the headlines, she remained a topic of
conversation, with people secretly scheming to stir up trouble again.
At the moment, however, Brielle paid little heed to these matters. She had
already set Mason to work on a plan that would funnel the upcoming land auction
toward the Rowland estate. A cash loss of several billion would be a massive
blow to any successful company.
All she had to do was wait for the news. Her primary concern now was her own
affairs. What would Michael want to discuss when she visited the Dorsey family?
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Her knitting pace slowed as she took a sip of coffee from the table, then resumed
her work on the scarf, determined to finish it as a New Year's gift before the
celebrations began.
Fighting off sleepiness, Brielle spent the entire afternoon knitting.
Come evening, she noticed several unmounted holiday decorations on the coffee
table. The villa had none displayed, prompting her to ask Wesley about it.
“Why are these decorations here not put up?”
“Ms. Brielle, Mr. Max has never been one for these New Year customs. I bought
them,” Wesley replied.
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It was such a significant occasion,
and yet Premier Palace remained
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A pang of sympathy hit her. Had Max
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Most of the time, he was alone abroad, guarding against assassination attempts
since childhood, with no time to savor the simple joys of life.
She picked up the decorations, her face breaking into a smile. “Where's the
ladder? Let's get these up.”
Wesley's eyes lit up. He had prepared for the New Year before, especially when
Max was expected to return home for the holidays. But Max never did and spent
time in hotels or at the office instead.
Tonight, with Ms. Brielle present, surely Max would come home.
In a flurry of activity, they fetched a ladder and affixed the decorations to the
walls. An hour later, the entire Premier Palace was aglow with gaudy reds and
greens-—a stark contrast to the subdued elegance of the European-style
architecture.
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Brielle laughed at the sight. It was
tacky, yes, but it was also filled with
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With her visit to the Dorsey family’s ancestral home looming on the next evening.
Max's absence tonight unsettled her.