Chapter 680


    Patrick’s heart soured inexplicably as he thought about the possibility of a spat between the CEO and


    Ms. Brielle. Thest thing he wanted was for them to be at odds.


    Even in sleep, Max’s brow was furrowed as if worries gued his dreams.


    Patrick was supposed to drive to


    to Dorsey International, given that Max was a workaholic and would most likely want to head to the


    office at this hour. But seeing the dark circles under Max’s eyes, Patrick took the liberty of steering the


    car towards Premier Pce instead.


    Max was tall, and even though the car was spacious, it still seemed a snug fit for him as he dozed off.


    “Sir, you should hit the hay on a proper bed,” Patrick suggested.


    Max slowly opened his eyes to the sight of Premier Pce, said nothing, and got out of the car.


    Wesley approached, ready to mention Ms. Brielle’s visit the previous evening. But noticing the chill


    surrounding Max and catching warning shake of the head from Patrick behind him, he promptly shut his


    mouth, sensing trouble.


    Max went straight to his room, took a shower, and theny down to rest. It was probably the first time


    since taking the helm at Dorsey International that he skipped a workday to sleep in the bedroom during


    broad daylight.


    The bed still held Brielle’s scent, as if she had justid there the night before. Though exhausted, Max’s


    sleep was elusive as her scent tickled his nose, making his eyshes flutter.


    He got up and went back into the bathroom, showering in cold water for an hour. It was winter, and the


    cold water was a stark awakening for his senses.


    After the shower, he didn’t leave the room but instead pondered when he might fall ill.


    Max’s constitution was robust. Sespite a recent fever and a relentless work schedule, two hours under


    cold water didn’t seem to induce sickness. His already paleplexion looked even worse. His aura


    was so icy it seemed it couldnce those around him.


    Meanwhile, Brielle had arrived at the top floor of Dorsey International. Stepping out of the elevator, she


    encountered Annie carrying a stack of papers. Annie did not recognize her and merely nodded politely.


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    For Brielle, stepping onto the top floor required a bit of courage, especially after the office had buzzed


    about herst encounter with


    Max.


    From the moment she entered Dorsey International, everyone, even the receptionist, recognized her


    face. As she entered the top floor, her colleagues cast curious nces. Those who had been slouching


    quickly straightened up as if the CEO’s wife was inspecting them.


    Oblivious to these subtleties, Brielle was about to enter Max’s office when she saw Annie step in ahead


    of her.


    Annie ced a cup of coffee on Max’s desk and began arranging his papers. On seeing Brielle,


    surprise flickered through Annie’s eyes. “Are you here for Mr. Dorsey? He’s taking a nap and asked not


    to be disturbed,” Annie said while continu to tidy the desk.


    Brielle watched Annie’s practiced motions as she opened Max’s drawers. This prompted Brielle to say,


    his drawers.” Even Patrick needed permission before delving into them.


    esn’t like others touching


    Annie looked up with a smile. “I asked him, and he allowed me to. That’s why I’m doing it.”


    Brielle felt a wave of difort, as anyone might when speaking to someone who looked so much like


    themselves. Although strictly speaking, Annie’s face only bore a fifty percent resemnce to Brielle’s.


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    As Brielle stood by the desk, she watched Annie continue to clean. Her fingertips were tense as if she


    were caressing a lover’s body.


    Annie, noting Brielle’s continued presence, got irritated slightly. “Do you need me to wake Mr. Dorsey?


    He didn’t sleepst night and has just nowid down.”


    Her words implied that Max was in the resting room.


    Annie’s tone held no provocation. She was simply doing what a secretary should, leaving Brielle unable


    to act as she might with prying journalist.


    Brielle wanted to say she’d wait, but just then, the cleaningdy entered, apparently ready to disinfect


    Max’s office. Max had a mild case of germaphobia, and his office was routinely disinfected every other


    day. Under these circumstances, Brielle couldn’t stay and had to step out.


    Annie followed her and couldn’t help but ask, “I don’t mean to offend, but may I ask about your


    rtionship with Max? You and I sort of


    resemble each other.”