NovelEnglishChapter 632 Brielle closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
The Rowland family had faced their comeuppance, and as for Andrew, his would cin due time. All she needed to do was wait quietly, When she returned to Premier Palace, her mood lifted considerably. The image of the Rowland clan smeared with trash brought a smirk to her face.
She had just settled on the couch when Max handed her a glass of water. After a few sips. feeling rather chipper, she decided to dig out that scarf she'd been knitting and continued her work by the bay window.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMax watched her mood improve and silently breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't suppress a cough.
Wesley knew he had been running a fever since the night before. “Sir, maybe we should call the doctor. Your temperature is very high, and if it hits 104 degrees, we'll have real trouble,” Wesley suggested, his concern merging with Max's timely cough, finally pulling Brielle’s attention toward them.
Brielle looked at Max and, indeed, noticed his pallor. She set the scarf aside and saw Patrick cdownstairs with a stack of papers. “Sir, the last meeting is about to start, and it’s going to last about an hour. Once this is over, we should be clear of the overseas issues for a while.” At that moment, Brielle was by Max, reaching out to check his forehead. Feeling the scorching heat, her expression changed instantly. She hadn't noticed Max's fever earlier, being out of sorts herself, so she quickly asked Wesley, “Wesley, do we have any fever reducer here? Bring sover, will you?” Then, turning to Patrick, she asked, “Can't we postpone the meeting?” Patrick looked troubled.
Max patted Brielle’s hand, his voice rough with the hint of a cold, “It’s okay, don’t worry, it’s just an hour.” Brielle frowned. “You have a high fever.” Max wanted to say that he had worked sick countless times before, and it was nothing new.
Brielle’s grudges needed tto dissolve. The fall of the Rowland family was just the start. Andrew still needed a slow grind to intensify the pain. She was one to hold fast to her vendettas, now only slightly satisfied.
Max understood her evasion and would bear the brief heartache. He coughed again, and his eyelids looked heavily fatigued. Patrick sighed, “Mr. Dorsey was called to the sanatorium again last night and didn’t rest at all.” Brielle felt a pang of sympathy, but the sanatorium was indeed an issue. Martha was, after all, 12:00 Chapter 632 Max's birth mother, and he couldn't ignore her.
She placed her hands on his temples, easing his discomfort with the coolness of her fingertips. Max closed his eyes in relief.
Wesley had found sfever reducer, and Brielle brought it to Max's lips. “Take this.” Max complied, swallowing the medicine, but heard Patrick’s urgency. “Sir, the meeting starts in ten minutes.” Max didn’t dally any longer. “I'm fine. You've been down lately, so just rest here.” The meeting couldn't be postponed, so Brielle only nodded. She picked up the unfinished scarf and sat close to knit while Max turned on his laptop’s microphone and conversed fluently with the other party.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBrielle focused intently on her knitting. The scarf had taken quite a bit of tin fits and starts, but thankfully, it would be finished tonight. At the end of the scarf, she knitted two irises, and as she tied off the last stitch, Max concluded his meeting.
Brielle then wrapped the scarf around his neck. If they waited any longer, spring would be upon them.
A spark of warmth lit Max’s eyes as he chuckled, “Can | wear it tomorrow?” Brielle’s cheeks flushed, and seeing his pallor from illness and fatigue, she felt a wave of concern. “Yeah, you should wash up and head to bed tonight.” Meanwhile, at the Clements household, Tessa glared at her reflection with fury.
Brielle! It had to be Brielle!! Her teeth were practically bleeding with hatred. Her cheeks throbbed with pain, and her tears fell in heavy droplets. She vowed to live until the day Max cast Brielle aside, to repay every humiliation she suffered tonight upon Brielle.
“Cough, cough.” Blood stained Tessa’s mouth. With every thought, her hatred deepened.
Her face was swollen, her sneer sinister and dreadful.
The video was her trump card. She had to marry Andrew with it as leverage. Once married to Andrew, she would still be the illustrious lady.
The Rowland family had fallen, but she could be the lady of the Clements household!
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