Chapter 478

Aubree had been trying to reach him numerous times lately because of some issues with Brielle, but he hadn’t picked up the phone even once.

Still, he hadn’t blocked her number.

Honestly, if he wanted to avoid Aubree’s calls, he could have just blocked her, but ever since they’d been whatever it was they were, he’d almost never blocked her number.

The one time he did, he wanted to spend his birthday alone with Tessa. Poor Aubree got stuck at the restaurant and got caught in a torrential downpour and a traffic jam, all while clutching the birthday cake she’d bought for him. She had called him twenty times. Eventually, he grew so irked and Tessa’s mood was soured by the interruptions–that he blocked Aubree’s number.

That night, he slept with Tessa in his arms, only to find out later that Aubree had waited for him all night downstairs, holding that birthday cake. But Andrew wasn’t moved by her gesture; he even thought it was all pointless.

Because of that block, Aubree refused to let him touch her for half a year, and only then did he realize the gravity of his action. After he slept with her again and sweet–talked his way back into her good graces, he unblocked her.

Since then, Andrew never blocked Aubree again, as if afraid she’d really get angry.

What would happen to Aubree if he married Tessa? He subconsciously shied away from the thought.

Alivia’s voice broke into his reverie. “Andrew, did you know Max always had this woman named Brielle by his side?”

Did these people know about Brielle and Max being together during her time abroad?

Andrew chuckled, “Ah, the canary you’re talking about? A canary’s just a canary. If it can’t bring joy, it’s only going to be tossed aside. Max has come to his senses upon waking up this time. hasn’t he? He’s ready to marry you now. What more do you want?”

Alivia knew he had a point, but she still felt uneasy. “Max doesn’t talk about her because he had amnesia after the accident. I’m worried that if he sees Brielle again, he’ll-”

Andrew was stunned. Amnesia? How had he not noticed?

He thought Max hadn’t mentioned Brielle simply because he wanted to marry Alivia in peace. deciding to cut ties with Brielle. But did Max have amnesia?

“Are you sure? He doesn’t seem like he’s lost his memory, though. He does sometimes rub his temples as if he’s got a headache.”

“Yes, I’m certain.”

11:56 Otherwise, why would he have shown no reaction when she deleted Brielle’s contact from his phone?

To the Max of today, Brielle never existed in his life, so of course, he wouldn’t find it odd or question her.

Aside from worrying about Max’s health, Andrew didn’t say much else. Forgetting Brielle was no big deal, especially for two people who were never meant to be together. Better forgotten, perhaps. “Alivia, you should know you’re the one best suited for Max. We’ve all known each other since we were kids, and after all these years, everyone sees you two as the couple that should be married.”

With that. Alivia finally felt at ease. Even if people found out about Brielle and Max, nobody supported them.

Her lips curved into a smile as she started to chat with Andrew about other things.

Meanwhile, Max had reached the conference room door, where Patrick, seeing him, let out at sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to speak, Max coughed twice. His face was even paler, and he grasped at his chest.

Patrick jumped. “Let’s switch the meeting to virtual. You can join from the Premier Palace online and have a doctor check you out. You’re looking very pale.”

Max wanted to refuse, but as he opened his mouth, he tasted blood. His brow furrowed, and taking the handkerchief Patrick offered, he wiped his mouth, noticing the specks of blood on the fabric.

At this, Patrick didn’t dare let him go into the meeting and hurriedly called a doctor. Max didn’t resist any longer and was helped into the car.

As he settled into the seat, Andrew opened the car door, his forehead beaded with sweat from anxiety.

Seeing Max’s calm demeanor just made him more frustrated.

“Patrick said you coughed up blood?”

Max coughed again as soon as he finished speaking, faintly covering,his mouth. His handkerchief was stained with more blood.

Andrew’s voice dropped to a whisper, his face turning ashen–paler than Max’s. “Patrick, hurry, drive to the hospital.” If they delayed any longer. It could be a matter of life and death.

Alivia stood outside the car, wanting to join them, but Max’s gaze didn’t turn to her. He closed his eyes instead.

Andrew offered her a reassuring smile. “Max is just being stubborn. He probably doesn’t want you to see him like this. I’ll take him to the hospital. You’ve been caring for him a lot lately. Better you go home and rest. You don’t want to end up with dark circles under your eyes.”

Concerned, Alivia looked at Max, who remained impassive. “Alivia, go home.”

And so, she complied, leaving as instructed.