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The doctor, sensing the tension between the two, scurried out of the ward room, making
sure to close the door behind him.
Max approached, his own mood darkening.
Only he knew the anxiety that came with receiving such a call, speeding through red lights
all the way here.
He had never lost his composure like this before.
The moment Brielle opened the door, his heart had jumped into his throat. Only when he
heard her voice did his tense muscles start to unwind.
He tried to rationalize why he was feeling this way.
Then, he thought about dopamine.
At rest, dopamine fires at three to five times a second, but when excited, its firing rate can
Surge to twenty to thirty times a second.
When the anticipated outcome doesn’t materialize, dopamine firing can drop to zero. It’s a
lousy feeling, one that can provoke irritation, J
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtust like he was feeling now.
What was he expecting? For Brielle to be safe and sound, or was it something else?
He didn’t know, but right now, looking at her, he felt a deep sense of tranquility.
Brielle, with her eyes red from anger, looked endearingly cute.
Whether it was her clear–headedness, her sensibility, or her slight temper, it all made his
heart. flutter.
What was this feeling?
He couldn’t understand.
There was a knock on the door, and someone walked in, bringing with them the delicious
aroma of food.
The person dressed in a chef’s outfit placed the meal tray on the table, nodded
respectfully to Max, and then exited the room.
Max lifted the lid, revealing a selection of delicate, light dishes, and a bowl of soup.
He picked up a spoon and stirred the soup, blowing on it gently.
Brielle tensed up instantly. She remembered back at Premier Palace, Max had seemed
intent. on taking care of her, but due to her outspoken comment, it ended up being a
servant who fed her.
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Now, with no servants around, was Max going to feed her himself?
She held her breath, swallowed hard, her hands clenched into fists under the blanket, and
a sheen of sweat formed on her back.
Max held the spoon to her lips, his movements stiff and inexperienced, “Eat.
His tone wasn’t particularly tender, but it wasn’t indifferent either.
Brielle opened her mouth, feeling as if the soup tasted sweet.
Max took a fork and carefully picked up some food, holding it under her lips.
Stunned by the gesture, Brielle opened her mouth and ate it as soon as she saw his
impatience
growing.
One spoonful of porridge, one bite of food, he arranged it all so smoothly.
The warmth filled Brielle’s aching stomach, soothing the pain.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNeither of them spoke..
The atmosphere seemed to grow cozy, but this coziness was swiftly interrupted, as
ephemeral as a few fleeting seconds.
Max’s phone rang. He hit the speaker button and placed it aside, continuing to stir the
soup. “Dad.”
He called out, spooning more soupto Brielle.
Brielle, now sweating from nerves, didn’t dare open her mouth, but also feared that Max
might say something else, so she waved her hand, indicating she was full.
The authoritative voice of Michael came through the phone, “Max, everyone was here
today. why did you leave?”
“There was an urgent matter at work. Please apologize to Jose for me.”
Michael glanced around at the seated family members, feeling a twinge of
disappointment, “What urgent matter? I just called Patrick, and you weren’t at the office.
Were you working overtime at Premier Palace?”
It was an accusation.
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