Chapter 87


    Brielle pushed herself to her feet, grabbing the cane that rested beside her chair. “Uncle Max, maybe


    Patrick could take me home?” She wanted to clear her head, to regain control before everything


    spiraled beyond repair.


    Max looked up at her, stood, and pulled her into aforting embrace. “I’ll take you.” It wasn’t an offer


    to stay, but a promise to escort her.


    A wave of disappointment washed over Brielle, but she mustered a smile nheless. “Thanks, Uncle


    Max. I appreciate it.”


    The drive back to her apartment was silent. Once there, Brielle leaned on her cane as she made her


    way inside. Noticing Max hadn’t left immediately, she fumbled her way to the kitchen and put a kettle on


    the stove. “I’ve only got ck tea here.”


    Max settled onto the couch, not offering to help, watching her manage with her cane, as she washed


    some fruit and brought it out.


    Brielle couldn’t deny her irritation. After all, she was the one who was injured. Sitting down, she tossed


    her cane aside with a huff and caught her breath. “There’s nothing much at home. Hope you don’t


    mind.”


    Max’s gaze softened as he noticed the sweat on the tip of her nose and the flush of her cheeks. He


    looked away. “Dorsey International has incorporated your two principles into our management system.


    You should talk to finance about doubling your year–end bonus.”


    The abrupt change in topic caught Brielle off guard. “What?”


    Once the realization hit her, she almost choked. All this time she had been stewing in her own


    frustrations, and there was Max, still pondering over business matters? True to The Priest’s form, he


    never let women distract


    him from work.


    Biting her lip in annoyance, she also considered that this was exactly what she had hoped for. His


    professional detachment gave her room to breathe.


    “Alright, thanks, Mr. Dorsey.” She stood up, leaning on her cane, and re–presented the washed fruit. “I


    won’t keep you any longer, Mr. Dorsey. You probably have meetings to attend. Take care.”


    As she spoke, Max reached out and took hold of her wrist. Brielle’s eyes were drawn to the ck


    rosary he wore, making him seem even more ethereal, as though he truly belonged in the heavens.


    “Are you upset?”


    It was rare for him to notice her mood. Brielle looked down at the fruit in her hands. The act of serving it


    only to take it back seemed childish and foolish.


    Taking a deep breath, she ced the fruit back on the table. “No, Uncle Max. You’re probably used to


    exotic fruits, flown in from abroad. I didn’t want to disappoint.”


    “If you like, I can have Brent arrange for daily deliveries.” His tone was casual, as if puzzled by her


    preupation with such trivialities.


    Brielle’s heart sank. Her concerns were far from being about the fruit. Her gaze returned to the rosary


    beads on his wrist, and she couldn’t help but think of Alivia, who had a simr string, likely a gift from


    him. Giving such a gift to a woman, no wonder they found it hard to forget him.


    She extended her pale finger and toyed with the beads. “Uncle Max, could you give me this rosary?”


    The question surprised even her. Realizing what she had said, she panicked, disregarding the pain in


    her leg. and hastily pressed her lips to his.


    Max wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head slightly. “In such a hurry? Are you sure your


    leg can handle it?”


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    Her heart raced as she kissed him again. Why had she asked for the rosary? Why did she want it? She


    must be losing her mind.


    She lowered her head and bit gently into his neck.


    Max grasped her chin, his eyes dark and intense, “You had a feverst night. It’s best not to y with


    fire now


    Just as he finished speaking, a loud banging erupted from the door.


    “Bang! Bang! Bang!”


    Spencer could hardly contain the urge to smash the door down. The fact that Brielle had been to the


    police station and he was thest to know infuriated him.


    Spencer, always prideful, checked his phone multiple times. Surely, in her time of need, Brielle should


    have called him for help, but there were no missed calls from her.


    Since when had Brielle stopped reaching out to him with messages and calls? The realization stoked a


    fire within him. He was angry that he cared even the slightest.


    What right did she have, a woman who did nothing but seduce men, to upy his thoughts? Was it


    wrong for him to have slept with Lillian? Perhaps Brielle had already been with other men, keeping it a


    secret all along. It wasn’t that he had cheated on her. Brielle had betrayed him first.