Chapter 506


    Max had reached the end of the hallway when he pressed the answer button on his phone.


    “Brielle?”


    “Max, Wesley is wondering what kind of soup you’d like. They’re whipping something up in the kitchen


    right now.”


    Max chuckled and raised his hand to massage his forehead, easing the headache that was building


    there. “That man’s favorite pastime must be having the kitchen brew soups.”


    Brielleughed while her fingers danced with yarn and knitting needles. “Seems like it. Every time I visit


    Premier Pce, Wesley has a pot of soup on the go.”


    No sooner had she finished her sentence than she heard Max cough twice. Her knitting paused. and


    she leaned her cheek closer to the phone on the table. “You shoulde back soon. I’m worried about


    your health.”


    Max had checked out of the hospital early, which was a stretch. The wounds had slightly reopened


    after he couldn’t resist spending a night with Brielle.


    He had been on edge, and only now had he begun to rx, but trouble had red up at the rehab


    center. When a patient was pushed too hard, the body inevitably protested.


    Hearing no reply from him, Brielle feared the worst. She couldn’t stay put any longer. “Where are you?


    I’lle pick you up.”


    The idea of a woman picking up a man brought an amused sparkle to Max’s eyes. It was an intriguing


    reversal.


    “I’m still at the rehab center. If you’reing to fetch me, then I’ll wait for you.


    Sweet warmth flooded Brielle’s heart, and she smiled. Just as she was about to set aside her knitting


    and head out, Max spoke again. “Keep knitting that scarf, though. I want to wear it.”


    You couldn’t have your cake.and eat it too.


    Brielle sat back down, only resuming her peaceful knitting after Max said he’d get someone else to pick


    him up.


    And that someone else was Andrew.


    Andrew had been tuned into the grapevine gossip sincest night. He went from initial shock to a


    begrudging eptance, but that calm boiled over into a frenzy at the sight of Max. “Max, what the heck


    happenedst night? Did you really unt your thing with Brielle in front of the old man?”


    Max was sitting in the driver’s seat, coughing twice before closing his eyes lightly. “Yeah.”


    Andrew suddenly found himself at a loss for words, feeling stifled.


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    How had Max fallen for Brielle’s charms? She seemed unremarkable, just a pretty face. Beyond that,


    what did she really have to offer? It all seemed ludicrous to Andrew, perhaps the most absurd situation


    he’d encountered in years..


    He didn’t know what to say, having always seen Brielle as nothing more than a canary. Now, this


    canary was settling in, and as someone who had never weed her, Andrew was definitely


    conflicted.


    And now, Aubree was still miffed with him over the whole Brielle fiasco. The


    thing was


    that Max and Brielle seemed to have gotten closer amidst the chaos, leaving Andrew feeling even more


    frustrated.


    Andrew’s hands gripped the steering wheel as he changed the subject, “By the way, Jaired’s racked up


    some top honors in the military over the years. The Riddle family’s patriarch is beaming with pride. With


    Jaired returning, it looks like he might take over the Riddle family reins.”


    Jaired had always been the most reckless and independent among them. Having angered his


    grandfather as a teenager, he was shipped off to the military. At his lowest, he reportedly went three


    days without a meal in the desert.


    The old man had the heart to treat his grandson with such tough love, refusing to let him return. Jaired,


    stubborn as a mule, held out and, against all odds, earned numerousmendations, climbing the


    ranks. Now, among the younger generation, Jaired’s military standing was arguably the most secure.


    Max mentioned Jaired with a hint of a smile, “The guy’s got a spine of steel.”


    Andrew cracked a smile, too, noting the festive decorations outside. “Are you bringing Brielle to the


    gathering?”


    It was a social event for their inner circle. Bringing Brielle would implicitly inform everyone of her status


    with him. And with a crowd expected, including progeny of officials and magnates with their partners,


    these social gatherings typically didn’t wee mistresses or flings.


    “If not Brielle, then who?” Max’s tone was indifferent, a hint of pride flickering in his eyes as the car


    passed a disy window.


    “Did Tessa ever knit you a scarf?”


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    The abrupt change in topic caught Andrew off guard for a moment.