Master of his heart ( Brielle And Max ) novel Chapter 982

Patrick couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze; his own eyes were swollen from a month's worth of tears, finally accepting the hard truth that the CEO was gone.

"Ms. Brielle, please take care of yourself. I'm about to start a new job at DreamTech Designs, so I won't be staying around here."

Leaving all the documents behind, Patrick's voice was hoarse, each word trembling as though it were wrung out of him.

"The CEO was most worried about you, Ms. Brielle. He hoped you wouldn't give up on yourself. Before the explosion, his actions were like those of a man putting his affairs in order. He had mentioned transferring his shares, an idea I rejected. I didn't know his secrets, but I kept thinking that maybe he wouldn't just vanish so easily. Perhaps on a serene, sunlit day, he'd return, and before that day, he'd endure many hardships to come back to you. So, Ms. Brielle, you need to pull yourself together too."

Using Max to console Brielle seemed to be the most effective method.

Since Brielle refused to accept the reality of his disappearance, it was best to leave her with a glimmer of hope.

Max would return.

One day.

On a serene, sunlit day.

As for when that day would be, no one could say.

A spark of life returned to Brielle's eyes. She had been about to tear up the documents, but now she grew calm.

That evening, she began to eat again, which moved Dustin to tears. He quickly instructed the kitchen to prepare a hearty meal to help her regain her strength.

Brielle ate three full bowls, and afterward, she seemed to return to normal, even taking a stroll in the garden afterward.

Dustin watched her retreating figure, yet couldn't shake off his worry. Was she truly back to normal?

The next day, Brielle accidentally shattered an empty bowl she had intended to use for soup.

The shards scattered at her feet, and as Dustin was about to stoop to pick them up, he saw her step over the broken porcelain with her phone turned off, as if she felt no pain.

No one had called her, yet she carried on a one-sided conversation.

"Max, okay, so how long is your trip, and when will you be back?"

Dustin stiffened, forgetting his intention to crouch down.

He looked up incredulously to see her barefoot, standing by the French doors, gazing at the flowers outside with flushed cheeks.

"How soon is 'soon'? Are you just pulling my leg?"

That's when Dustin realized the truth: Brielle wasn't better; she was completely unwell.

He didn't make a scene or question her but instead sat her down on the couch and summoned the family doctor to tend to her wounds. Then he called for Ramey.

After Ramey had a brief chat with Brielle, he joined Dustin in the deserted hallway.