Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 990

Her brow furrowed, but fear wasn't what gripped her. It was surprise. Surprise that this man would appear inside Premier Palace.

With all those guards outside, how on earth did he get in?

And if he meant to kill her, would it really be that easy? "Ahem, ahem, ahem."

The man coughed a few times before looking up at her.

She seemed to have lost weight, her clothes hanging loosely on her frame as if they might slip off any moment. Standing there, she looked almost swamped by the fabric.

Her eyes appeared unusually large, and as she looked at him, there was no trace of emotion-as if he couldn't stir any feeling within her.

"Waiting for Max?"

The man's voice was hoarse and strained, and it took a few coughs before he managed to speak.

Brielle didn't reply. She chose silence and started to head upstairs.

If he could kill her that easily, why bother resisting? Death didn't seem to scare her much.

""Hold it right there."

His voice turned stormy.

"What's the point in fooling yourself? Don't you know Max is dead? He perished in that blaze, not even ashes left behind."

Brielle's body went rigid. She must have misheard.

turned around, her

slowly, his tone

you so lost in your little world that

out of your

as

dead. This

stepped closer, reaching out as if to touch

recoiled in disgust, keeping a wary

hand froze in mid-air before he withdrew it,

"It's my fault."

tumbled out unexpectedly, and Brielle had no clue what

just as surprised by his own words, as if

the stairs two at a time. As she reached her

aura,

How did he

Was it an illusion?

she quickly

eyes, she saw those flames spreading and heard the relentless

with you, I wish for your

Why did the mere memory of them bring tears

Tears streaked down Brielle's

bed, pulling the blanket over her head, pretending not to hear the

feel vulnerable

her life and the child she

she didn't realize it. After crying for a while, she heard the knocking grow louder,

streaming in; she had hidden under the covers

knocking persisted, and she couldn't tell if the knocks she