Master of his heart (Max and Brielle)
Chapter 579

Chapter 579

Brielle had stealthily retreated fifty meters away from the window, the bone-chilling breeze of the evening slicing through her skin and settling deep into her marrow. She slapped her cheeks in an attempt to stay alert, a movement that sent a jolt of pain through her wrist.

She had covered her wrist with her sleeve when she went to meet Max. It was winter, after all, and no one could spot the abnormality as long as she didn't take off her coat. However, her recent gesture had been a bit too vigorous, and the freshly stitched wound on her hand throbbed with pain.

Thinking that Max would be a while longer, she slipped into the restroom down the hall. The restroom was spotlessly clean, and just as she rolled up her sleeve, footsteps echoed at the doorway it was Alivia. If she were Alivia, she wouldn't keep putting herself in a position to be humiliated. After all, Max didn't love Alivia, and that was Brielle's trump card.

Alivia stood at the doorway, her arms crossed, her expression stormy. "Martha sent me out and said she had something to discuss privately with Max. I've got no idea what they're talking about or whether Max can hold out, considering Martha is, quite literally, betting her life on

this."

Her gaze fell on Brielle's wrist, her eyebrows lifting slightly, "Oh, did you get hurt? Max is really careless, not even noticing your injury. Aren't you two supposedly up close and personal every night? How could he overlook something like this? He isn't treating you like some sort of sex dall after the lights go out, is he?"

For the first time, Brielle realized just how spiteful Alivia could be. As perfect and composed as she seemed to others, that was how petty and terrible she was when it came to Brielle.

Love could bring out the ugliest sides of a woman, not just in clashes with a rival but also in those heart-wrenching cries for a man.

Brielle usually avoided such disgraceful situations. If someone didn't care for her, she wouldn't abandon her dignity to cling to them.

"Ms. Alivia, you seem so intrigued by my intimate life with Max. Perhaps you'd like me to make a video for you next time?" Brielle quipped as she rolled up her sleeve, a smile on her face. However, seeing the blood-soaked bandage, her brow creased ever so slightly, fearing the wound had reopened.

As she was thinking about whether she should check into the hospital later, she was startled by the sound of high heels approaching.

"You bitch!"

Caught off guard, Alivia yanked Brielle's hand, submerged the injured wrist under the cold tap, and turned the water on full blast. "Deserved! Does it hurt, Brielle?" Chapter 579

The tap water on the wound could easily lead to an infection. Brielle shoved Alivia away, the pain in her wrist sharp and excruciating.

Alivia let out a soft chuckle, her eyes skimming with feigned innocence. "Oops, my bad. That wasn't intentional."

Brielle's forehead beaded with sweat from the pain. The wound was deep and stitched, and now that the bandage was soaked, the blood was beginning to spread.

Alivia flipped her hair. "Looks like your wound is bleeding. Maybe you should take care of it yourself." With that, she turned to leave.

Brielle lowered her gaze, deliberately peeling off the bandage, her tone indifferent, "Did I say your could leave?"

Alivia's footsteps faltered, her sneer returning. "Oh? And what do you plan to do about it?"

It was just the two of them in this place. Even if Alivia had committed such an outrageous act, what of it? With Brielle's temperament, she surely wouldn't tattle to Max. That confidence emboldened Alivia to act. Brielle was a stubborn, independent woman. She tended to carry her burdens alone, much like Max. They were both attempting to navigate the complex process of love, a journey that could easily be thrown off course. With Michael's interference and Martha putting pressure on Max, while Brielle was caught up with the company's business, it was the perfect opening for Alivia to seize her opportunity.

She was certain Brielle wouldn't dare retaliate. After all, in all of Beaconsfield, no one dared cross her. She was Miss Barnes of the Barnes family.

Brielle's eyes remained downcast, unwinding the bandage from her wrist coil by coil and discarding it, then lifted her gaze to meet Alivia's. The icy chill in her eyes was piercing, making Alivia feel uncomfortable all over.

How could Brielle look at her with such eyes?! Alivia's brow furrowed. She usually looked at others in that way.

"Brielle, I'd advise you to watch your gaze, or else I might just tear. that wound right open."