Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 851

Dustin couldn't help but chuckle, a wry smile curling the corners of his mouth. "Alright, help me over there." "Sure."

Emma quickly stood up, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Her father had passed away early, and from the age of fifteen, she had carried her mother to school on her back. Sometimes, she'd even lug a bundle of firewood home from the roadside. So, if it really came down to it, carrying Dustin wouldn't be an issue. Their proximity meant that most of Dustin's weight leaned on her, and he could clearly feel the strength in her frame she was like a graceful little panther.

They were in the countryside, and not just any countryside, but a very impoverished one. Most of the young people had either moved to the town or the city.

Only those who had no other choice stayed behind to watch over the village.

Emma's family had an outhouse built of wood, clean but unfamiliar to Dustin. And with someone right beside him, he felt an odd sense of shyness creeping in. "Ahem."

He coughed, then jerked his chin upwards. "Turn around, would you?"

"Okay."

Emma turned, but her hands didn't forget their task of supporting him.

"And plug your ears for me."

Obediently, Emma blocked her ears, though with one hand still steadying him, she could only cover one side.

Standing behind her, Dustin smirked and unbuckled his belt.

wore belonged to Emma's father. Though he had passed away years ago, she had kept his garments, washing them and folding them neatly. Her father had not owned a belt, so the one around Dustin's waist was a makeshift

undoing his belt, he heard her

he

know what

injuries. Without proper medical facilities here, I'm not sure if your kidneys

do you

before retorting, "If you don't believe me,

and Dustin thought perhaps she was embarrassed. He huffed and proceeded to relieve

pale, creating a stark contrast under

in her early twenties,

the

hands, long and graceful under the running

skin tone were on a woman, she'd be praised for her

skin, she had

was getting on, and she needed to head up

bored, I can set up a deck chair outside the main house for you. You can look at

barely able to stand

as Emma hoisted the

unlike any woman he

sharp pain shot through his head,

he couldn't remember their

"Cough, cough."

his chest searing with