Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max )
Chapter 641

Chapter 641 

Brielle learned that Tessa had been hospitalized the next morning, and a smirk tinged her eyes. Tessa had always been as fragile as a porcelain doll, seemingly on the verge of fainting at any moment. After all the recent setbacks, it was a wonder she hadn’t collapsed sooner. Brielle half–expected her to have been rushed to the hospital, coughing up blood long before now. 

She had inquired about Tessa at the hospital and learned that her condition was more serious than ever before. Word was Tessa had been taken to the emergency room in the middle of the night and hadn’t been released yet. 

Tessa had to gamble on who truly held Andrew’s heart if she wanted to cling to him as her lifeline. 

After freshening up, Brielle descended the stairs just in time to see Max donning his new scarf. To complement it, he had deliberately chosen an overcoat in a matching shade. It was rare to see Max out of a suit, so when Brielle caught sight of him in this ensemble, her step faltered, and her cheeks flushed with color. 

In a suit, he seemed untouchable, distant, but in an overcoat, he exuded a gentle warmth. The scarf was looped just once, showing off the Adam’s apple, and the iris detailed at the end wasn’t too conspicuous – one had to look closely to discern its type. 

Brielle had always known that Max was strikingly handsome, and despite the countless times they had hung out, she still found herself dazzled by him every morning. Now, with a slight change in his attire, she found her cheeks heating uncontrollably. 

She feigned composure as she approached the breakfast table and noted that he had finished his meal and was getting ready to leave. As he passed by her, he paused behind her and leaned in to ask, “Does it look good?” 

The answer inside Brielle’s heart was a resounding yes. She had never seen anyone more attractive than Max. But outwardly, she casually picked up a glass of milk from the table and took a sip. “It’s alright, I guess.” 

Max glanced down, noticing the blush on her earlobes, and smiled. 

Patrick called from the doorway, hurrying him along. Max left her with a simple reminder, “Make 

sure to eat well.” 

Brielle nodded, waiting for him to leave before allowing her tense body to relax. It wasn’t that she couldn’t resist the temptation; he probably would have that effect on any woman. Upon seeing Max, any woman would have to restrain herself from letting out an excited squeal. 

The glimpse of him in the morning uplifted her spirits, and she felt as if a fluttering butterfly with wings of vibrant crimson hovered before her eyes. 

It wasn’t until she pulled into the Stellar Stage Entertainment lot that her smile began to fade. In the rearview mirror, she noticed the car that had been following her coming to a halt. She had been aware of it for a while, assuming it was another executive from Stellar Stage 

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Entertainment, but when she saw who stepped out, Brielle raised an eyebrow and opened her car door. 

Andrew, his face clouded with fury, strode directly toward her, Brielle didn’t back away but instead casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at him with a composed smile. “Mr. Clements, not at the hospital with Tessa but here blocking my way? How unusual.” 

“Who gave you permission to sell Aubree’s house?!” Andrew’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Brielle by the throat. “Brielle, don’t think that just because Max is protecting you, I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you. That slap you gave me last time is enough for you to pay with your liffe a hundred times over.” 

Brielle had always been aware of Andrew’s bad temper and his tendency to act without regard for the consequences. As her oxygen was cut off, her face turned an angry red, but her eyes still held a look of disdain. “Do you really think I could have sold the house without the owner’s permission?” 

Andrew’s pupils contracted sharply, and his grip on her throat turned into a tight hold on her wrist, pulling her toward his car. He had never been gentle with other women, and Brielle felt her wrist might snap from his forceful tug. 

The car doors locked, trapping Brielle inside. Her expression turned cold. “Andrew, what do you 

think you’re doing?” 

Andrew’s chest heaved with suppressed rage as he gripped the steering wheel. “Take me to 

Aubree.” 

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