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.

he wore belonged to Emma's father. Though he had passed away years ago, she had kept his garments, washing them and folding them neatly.

his belt, he heard her ask, "Do you want me to

hand froze, and he

even know what you're

facilities here, I'm not sure if your kidneys

how do you

a loss for words, grinding his teeth before retorting,

to relieve himself in the outhouse. When

was very pale, creating a stark contrast under the faucet

in her

from the sun, while

and graceful under the

on a woman,

darker skin, she had

on, and she needed

for you. You can look at the mountains in

weak, barely able

Emma hoisted the hefty deck chair with ease, his mouth twitching in

unlike any woman he had

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

he couldn't remember their names, let alone

"Cough, cough."

coughed violently, his chest searing with