Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

After hanging up the phone, Spencer flashed his homeowner’s ID to the gatekeeper and was naturally granted entry.

When he reached Brielle’s location, he felt an unexpected surge of excitement. Sydney welcomed him in, and Spencer strode past her into the house.

There, Brielle lay on the couch, sleeping quietly but looking terribly under the weather. Spencer’s brow furrowed in concern. The medication should have only put her into a deep sleep without harming her. Yet, she appeared so frail. Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

He glanced at Sydney, who hurried to explain. “Didn’t I tell you? Ms. Haywood wasn’t feeling well. When I first came in, I noticed she looked quite pale.”

Spencer snorted dismissively, certain that Sydney wouldn’t dare harm Brielle. He bent down, about to scoop Brielle into his arms, when her phone on the coffee table rang and caught his attention – it was Max calling.

Sydney also noticed and was surprised. She knew Max was the president of Dorsey International, but why had Brielle saved his contact simply as ‘Max?’

Others at Dorsey International would’ve respectfully listed him as ‘Mr. Dorsey.”

A first–name basis suggested either equal standing or a close relationship. Sydney dismissed the former, but could the latter be possible?

Considering Brielle was Spencer’s ex–fiancée, her knowing Max on a personal level wasn’t odd. Brielle sure knew how to elevate her status, going so far as to save just his first name.

Spencer’s heart nearly stopped at the sight of the flashing screen. He could not answer the call but worried that ignoring it might raise suspicion. He took Brielle’s phone, using her fingertip to unlock it.

The phone unlocked smoothly, but Spencer couldn’t bring himself to press the answer button. Instead, he texted Max. [I need a few hours of sleep.]

Max sat in the Dorsey International penthouse, his brow furrowing upon reading the message. Even though she wanted to sleep, there was no need for her to disconnect his call.

He’d worked through the night at Dorsey International, troubled by something the evening before. In the morning, he’d checked his phone to find no messages or missed calls. Brielle sure could keep her cool.

In the end, he compromised and reached out first, only to have the call disconnected.

Was she angry? Shouldn’t he be the one upset?

Amused and helpless, he texted back. [Rest well. Call me when you wake up.]

Spencer breathed a sigh of relief at the response and picked up Brielle, preparing to leave.

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She smelled delightful, more intoxicating than ever before. Although he and Brielle had been engaged for years, he had never held her like this. And she had never been so docile before. Previously, it was indifference, then disgust. Her feelings towards him had always been clear. He knew he had wronged her with the whole Lillian affair, but her involvement with Max was also betrayal, wasn’t it?

He had no other choices. This child could not live. If Max found out about it, marriage would be inevitable.

Spencer carried Brielle out, and seeing Sydney about to follow, he instructed her. “Go back to Dorsey International, to the penthouse. Make sure Uncle Max knows Brielle is resting and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

Sydney hesitated, fearful of lying to the president. “Mr. Spencer, I-‘

“Just do as I say. You understand?! I’ll give you a million if you pull it off.” Spencer’s voice was light, as if a million dollars was merely a frivolous sum.

Sydney gave in, though nervous.

“If he doesn’t ask, don’t say a word. Keep me posted on his whereabouts. Delay him if he tries to leave, got it?”

She nodded, willing to risk it for the money. In the worst case, she’d quit Dorsey International once she had enough.

Spencer didn’t linger. Carrying Brielle, he descended the stairs. To avoid drawing attention at the exit, he covered Brielle with his suit jacket, making it difficult for the guards to recognize

her.

As he placed Brielle in his car, he watched her peaceful face and wished he could whisk her away from Beaconsfield right then. But Max would surely search for them, and with Max’s influence, Spencer had nowhere to hide.

By driving a wedge between Brielle and Max, Spencer saw a chance for himself.