Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

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Chapter 239

Noah was hell–bent on winning Alivia’s favor, ready to pull out all the stops to complete

his mission. Alivia was the epitome of perfection in his eyes–if only she could reciprocate

his

feelings.

He hung up the phone, leaped out of bed, and donned a brand–new suit. Clutching a

bouquet of roses, he made a beeline for the hospital.

Rumors had been swirling since last night that Brielle had been hospitalized. People

claimed to have spotted her in the ward, accompanied by a man.

Noah scoffed at the gossip, thinking that Brielle just couldn’t seem to stay away from men.

Arriving at the hospital reception, he stated Brielle’s name with confidence. The

receptionist gave him a once–over, remembering Max’s explicit instructions not to disclose

any information about patient Brielle. She offered a polite smile. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s

no patient by that name here at the hospital.”

Noah frowned, contemplating the accuracy of his intel. “Could you check again, please?”

The nurse made a show of searching once more, returning with the same result.

Noah’s expression darkened as he stormed out of the lobby, roses in hand, and dialed his

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crew. “Find out where Brielle is. I need her location.”

Meanwhile, upstairs, Brielle had already awoken, staring blankly out the window. Aubree.

carrying a breakfast tray, entered the room and upon seeing the bandages around

Brielle’s wrist, quickly shut the door behind her. “I heard you knocked Tessa out with your

words, and you’re still alive to tell the tale. Pretty badass.”

Aubree’s words were laced with sarcasm, yet her eyes carefully scanned Brielle’s body,

relieved to see her condition wasn’t too bad. “Bri, there’s news from the Rowland estate

this morning. Tessa’s been hospitalized again, and it sounds more serious than last night.”

A wry smile tugged at Brielle’s lips.

Aubree sat down, spooning soup into her mouth. “I bet the Rowlands won’t let this slide.

Max. could’ve left the country anytime, but he chose now, of all times, to leave.”

Brielle coughed weakly. “Don’t say that. I can’t expect his protection forever.”

Aubree paused, stirring the porridge before speaking, “You don’t like Max?”

“It’s not that. It’s that I’m afraid to.”

Facing a man like Max, anyone would be moved. That Brielle hadn’t fallen for him was

probably a feat only she could achieve.

Aubree chuckled bitterly. “Bri, you really are different from me. I used to say you’d

understand why I endured so much to stay by Andrew’s side once you were in my shoes.

Seems like you’ll

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never get there. Come on, eat your soup. Let’s forget about men.

Brielle nodded, but before she could finish her meal, the door was kicked open by an

enraged Andrew, with a resigned Kenzo trailing behind.

Andrew’s gaze was fiery as it landed on Brielle. He strode forward and seized her wrist.

Brielle’s wrist was still tender, and his grip caused the wound to burst open, blood seeping

through the bandage.

“Brielle! You’re coming with me. You owe Tessa an apology at her hospital room door.”

Andrew was never gentle with women, especially one he despised like Brielle.

Kenzo grabbed Andrew’s wrist, frowning in disapproval, “Andrew, calm down.”

“How can I be calm when Tessa is fighting for her life in the ICU?”

Brielle’s face paled with pain as she was nearly pulled off the bed.

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Aubree had seen enough. She dumped the remaining soup over Andrew’s head. Silence

fell. Andrew instinctively let go of Brielle, feeling the warmth drip down his scalp.

He turned to Aubree, his voice dark and menacing after a moment. “Are you looking for

trouble?

Aubree inhaled deeply, shoving him out. “You’d better go check on your fiancée. I’m afraid

she might not make it through this one.”

With that, Andrew yanked Aubree out of the room.

Brielle attempted to follow but Kenzo held her down. “Let them be. They’re both willing

players in this mess. You don’t need to get involved.”

“But I’m worried-”

“Brielle, you look worse.” Kenzo spoke softly, noticing the bleeding bandage on her wrist.

He pressed the call button, signaling for a doctor.

Down the corridor, Andrew pushed Aubree into the restroom, locked the door, and plunged

his head under cold water.

Once the soup was washed away, he grabbed Aubree by the wrist, pinning her against the

sink.

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