Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 962

A servant hurriedly passed over a handkerchief, and he gently wiped his fingertips, a slight smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.

you."

"Ever since he gave up on the plan, the pain in his head has gotten worse by the day. You know how tough he is, right? Imagine the kind of pain that even he can't handle - it would drive anyone else insane. But he endured it, stayed gentle with you - that's true love for He spoke of love, but his eyes were full of mockery, clearly scoffing at the idea.

Brielle couldn't stand to listen any longer; a voice inside her insisted that everything King said was true. She wasn't worried about her own safety anymore; all she could think about was Max. Where could he be now? Could he be hiding somewhere, unable to bear the pain? It wasn't that he didn't want to answer her calls, but maybe he was just too out of it to even reach for his phone.

Max. Max.

The thought of him made Brielle's heart ache.

King kept his eyes on the surveillance monitors, noticing the subtle pain in her expressions. He realized her suffering didn't bring him the satisfaction he had expected.

Making her suffer didn't make him happy.

As the car continued down the road, Brielle managed to pull herself together. If she kept drowning in the mood King had set, she'd spend the whole ride in a daze, not thinking, not noticing the occasional landmarks they passed. She wasn't going to let him lead her around anymore. She turned to look out the window.

But it was too dark outside, and the fleeting landmarks suggested they were leaving Beaconsfield, heading to who knows where.

send Aubree back? Boss King is supposed to be a man

was casual, but she closed her eyes to

yet, Brielle. I need to see you first before

idea what kind of history she had with this man. She fell silent, and the car returned

they reached the neighboring city, Brielle had fallen asleep. Pregnant

inside out. Her face was pale, the healthy glow Max had helped her regain completely gone,

if they were carrying a thousand pounds, making it hard for her to move. She had no clue where they had parked. Just as she looked up to get a better look, someone threw a black cloth over

felt like

emotions had been all over the place. Max had taken good care of her, but now, she felt

and helped her walk

barely taken a few steps when she desperately wished she could find a place to vomit again. Then she heard Aubree's

"Bri? Is that you?"

a wave of

"Aubree?"

with a black cloth, but she recognized the sound of Brielle's cough from afar. After all these years, she knew

was here too, Aubree felt an urgent need to get up. But as soon as she tried to rise, a

by the cloth, she could only sense that they were in a large room. They

with no

were at a secluded estate on the outskirts of the neighboring

since come to terms with life and death. But now that Brielle was here, Aubree was frantic, unsure of what to do. "Bri,