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 eyes wide

slowly,

so lost in your little world that you can't stand being

you out of

tone went ice-cold as

This guy had

reaching out as if

keeping

before

"It's my fault."

and Brielle had no clue

words, as

already taking the stairs two at a time. As she reached her door, she

aura, the same

he just downstairs? How did he

Was it an illusion?

Instead, she quickly unlocked her bedroom door

closed her eyes,

with you, I wish for your life to be

those words? Why did the mere memory

Tears streaked down Brielle's

in bed, pulling the blanket over her head,

vulnerable after enduring such

of her life and the child

crying for a while, she heard the knocking grow louder, persistent as if it wouldn't stop until

and saw morning sunlight streaming in; she

the knocks she heard last night were real or just a