Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Ramey was the first to snap out of it, nudging Wesley urgently. "Brent, better get on it, Mr. Dorsey and Ms. Brielle haven't had their dinner yet."

Wesley stood there, frozen, before slowly making his way to the kitchen.

Brielle, arm-in-arm with Max, settled onto the couch. Meanwhile, Ramey bent down to pick up the shattered porcelain pieces from the floor, then grabbed a mop to clean up the coffee stains. These chores weren't really his to do, but he needed something to keep his hands busy and to calm his nerves.

On the couch, Brielle chatted away about recent events-Aubree's movie smashing the box office with three billion, Keiran being swamped with shooting, and then a rant about King being all mysterious and sneaky, moving without a sound.

"Max, you're the best. You always take such good care of me," she said, taking a sip from the glass on the table before offering it to Max.

Max nodded, gently patting her head. Quickly, Brielle poured him a glass. "Your business trips seem to take forever. Must be exhausting, huh? I saw Patrick jetting off abroad too. Dream Tech Designs must be swamped, right?"

No sooner had she spoken than the chef and several servants bustled in with dinner. Brielle sat down next to Max, attentively serving him, though to onlookers, it seemed like the food was falling into an empty bowl.

Ramey sat on the couch, listening to her endless tales. Truth be told, Brielle wasn't always this talkative. Maybe she subconsciously knew their time was running short, prompting her to become quite the chatterbox. To others, this scene might seem eerie, but the atmosphere in the hall was so somber that Brielle was the only one who seemed happy.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

At least there was some solace in the fact that Brielle was willing to eat. Once full, she bade everyone goodnight, saying she was tired from the long wait and needed to rest.

As soon as she left, an aging Wesley slumped into a chair, quietly wiping away tears. "What are we going to do?"

No one could answer him; everyone was thinking the same thing. How could this go on? Had Ms. Brielle lost her mind?

Only Ramey remained seated, saying nothing. He would have to observe for another day.

That night, Brielle slept soundly, with no nightmares, as Max was by her side. When she awoke, the dark circles under her eyes had faded. Max said he had a meeting in the study and left the room.

Brielle wanted to sleep more but got up and went downstairs after Max left. The kitchen was bustling, and everyone greeted her as she entered.

"I feel like making soup today. Can anyone teach me?"

Soon enough, she was aproned and ready. But just then, Premier Palace

received a visitor—it was Aubree. Worried about Brielle's absence from Stellar Stage Entertainment the day before, Aubree had come to

x on her.

Relieved to see Brielle making soup, she figured things must be looking up. As the aroma of soup filled the air, she asked, "Who's the lucky recipient of your homemade soup?" "Max. He's been so worn out from traveling; he needs a good pick-me-up."

Aubree's smile faltered at that. She

waited outside, watching Brielle bustle about Two hours later, Brielle came out with four bowls of soup-one for Ramey, one for Aubree, one for Max, and one for herself. She went upstairs to call Ramey, who was haggard with dark circles from researching, having never come across a patient with both auditory and visual

hallucinations. He needed to consult with his seniors for advice.

But such simultaneous

hallucinations were exceedingly rare, and to see them manifest so vividly was even rarer. Ramey couldn't help reaching out to his cousin again, but since leaving the day before, his cousin hadn't replied. Something must have happened.

The door was knocked, and Brielle called him down for soup. Then Brielle went to the study to fetch Max.

Aubree sat anxiously below, and when she saw Brielle walking happily arm-in-arm with thin air, her spoon clattered to the floor. Then, she began to cry, biting her lip to stifle her sobs. Brielle, puzzled, asked, "Aubree, what's wrong?"

Aubree hugged her tight and burst into tears. "The next movie's just too heartbreaking. I got too deep into character, and I just can't stop crying."

Brielle patted her back gently, advising her to rest well and to distinguish between reality and fantasy. But Aubree wished she could say the same to her.