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.

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,

his belt, he heard her ask, "Do

and he let

know what you're

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

how do you know

at a loss for words, grinding his teeth before retorting,

fell silent, and Dustin thought perhaps she was embarrassed. He huffed and proceeded to relieve himself in the outhouse. When they emerged, Emma led him to wash

pale, creating a stark contrast under the faucet next to

her

from the sun, while

hands, long and graceful under the running water, looked like fine

on a woman, she'd be praised for

darker skin, she had been mocked

getting on, and she needed to head up

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

felt incredibly weak, barely able to stand without

watched as Emma hoisted the hefty deck

unlike any woman he had

sharp pain shot through his head, a parade of women's faces flashing

their names,

"Cough, cough."

his chest