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.

washing them and folding them neatly. Her

undoing his belt, he heard

hand froze, and he let out an

know what you're

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

do

at a loss for words, grinding his teeth before retorting, "If you don't believe me, feel free to

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

very pale, creating a stark contrast under the

in her early twenties,

bronzed from the sun,

the running

were on a

her darker skin, she had been mocked

and she needed to head

for you. You can look at the mountains in the distance; it's

incredibly weak, barely

Emma hoisted the hefty deck chair with

woman

his head, a parade of women's

couldn't remember their names, let

"Cough, cough."

violently, his chest searing